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All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
So it no wonder that Ive been the victim of,
All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
So its no wonder that Ive been the victim of
A wavering faith
A wavering faith, call me weak if you like
My body gets tired
Of its internal driver
Relentless unsatisfied and wired
Look at were youre coming from
All shes been through and all youve done
Stop beating on the ones you love
I am the Instrument youve all Awaited
Humble Ive been humiliated
Ive seen things youll never see
I know what you want to be
So listen if answers you seek
Turn your eyes inside out
Come to expect all youve doubted
Everythings laid out for you, nothing need be told you
You will know the truth