• Running or hiding
    Isolation and shelter
    I cannot escape the skies frozen tears
    No.
    These are not tears, but stones
    They’re stoning me, my lord.
    They want me to disappear

    I cannot conceal their menace
    I still can’t hide from their torture
    Ice tearing down at me
    Blood gushing along the cheek of my left eye

    Why do you let them do this, God?
    Do you really loathe me that much?
    Bequeath one of your own children?
    And for what?
    What act did I condemn?

    Blood drains from all around
    My wings, no longer to flare
    My arms, no longer to lift
    My legs, no longer to run
    My heart…
    No longer to believe

    So are all you happy?
    You cast me out to this place
    Sealing my fate with what I have not done
    I can no longer run or hide
    No longer call you “My God”
    But "My Reason" in hell