Giants walk upon my shoulders.
All wanting a look at God.
Bone crushing,
piercing my heart,
...
I find myself at the center of confusion.
Mind boggled, broken hearted,
full of dissolution.
...
Circles
Giants walk upon my shoulders.
All wanting a look at God.
Bone crushing,
piercing my heart,
smelling my fear,
burying my doubt.
Would you believe me if I told you?
Showed you the black, white and gray?
Take a walk through the filth.
Will you tell?
Do you lie?
The end of the maze is your grave.
And I helped dig it.
It does not echo here.
Denial moves the sun,
and rots the dusty flowers.
Piece that puzzle together,
and burn it when you finish.