And I can't become my father
When it's all been said and done
His completions won't complete me
I've divided me by one
I'm the answer to his riddle
I'm the caution of his wind
I'm the spoon wedged between tongue and teeth
Beneath his trembling grin
And I dare add my revision
For I dare not suffer twice
And I dare not reinvent the past
And I dare not be the Christ
And I welcome any sufferer
And I welcome any Saul
Sitting in this room, on wooden bench
Waiting for joy to call
And I suffer here alone, Lord
Perturbed by my every thought
How I've tried to strip them to the bone
I've struggled and I've fought
Every jealous warped intention
Smuggled, sewn into genes
Every hidden mongrel tendency exploiting me in me

Each time I put them under
But still they wanna test me
I cry out through the thunder
You storm right past me
I search and I ponder
I question and wonder
I roar and I thunder
Please, let me in

I've been waiting here for what now seems the better of an hour
I've raised every crippled question from the dead and given power
To the absence of my sanity, the presence of a fear
That lies in between forgotten dreams that pile up every year
Up above the highest testaments, down below the wooden floor
There's a gutted room, pitch black at noon, beneath a hidden door
Deep within, you'll find the attributes of every sunken man
Who must bang his head against the dead each day he tries to stand
And he's standing pressed against the very woman that he loves
Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips, surrendering to her touch
And just at the very moment that he touches heart to heart
She pulls from his touch, 'cause it's too much to mend what's torn apart

Each time I put them under
But still they wanna test me
I cry out through the thunder
You storm right past me
I search and I ponder
I question and wonder
I roar and I thunder
Please, let me in

It's so hard to be
The man I would be
If hatred and fear
No longer appeared
I swear I've become
The skin of a drum
The heart of a man
Divided I stand