Blind these eyes who never tried

to lose temptation

I'm so scared, where's the hesitation?

You so easily proved that You could save a man

I am that man



It's better off this way

to be deaf, dumb and lame

Than to be the way I am, I am

It's better off this way

than be groping for the flame

Than to be the way I am, I am



Still this tongue for I am hung

by this wicked notion

Tame the beast, release

the noose I've woven

O, wasted tears dripping from my tongue

well I'm hung, hung



Crooked path you never asked

you just left me there

and I deal with the aftermath

and you don't even care

O, crooked feet you nimbly meet the place of my fears