Spectacle By God
Eyes never tell lies She keeps her scars in secret In
shame, with bowed head and bent knees She crawls behind
your back Hands held tightly to her chest Fearful that
her heart may spill out
Cover your scars behind your clothes and your secrets in
vaults Sink your head in a pool of blame and fault Look
into the dead eyes on the poster wall By God you are
nothing at all
Scars never tell lies He wipes his eyes in secret Alone
with his wounds that no one will see His soul killed,
his body bereaved To yet another blow, yet another stare
Find comfort in your blood dripping hands Ease the pain
with your own thoughts Cutting deep with the razor in
your hand Healing your wounds, then cutting again
Cover your scars behind your clothes and your secrets in
vaults Sink your head in a pool of blame and fault Look
into the dead eyes on the poster wall By God you are
nothing at all
Cover in the shadow of an unseen sun, an unknown light
Try to grasp a universe that does not exist There in
only so much we can take, so much we can bear When a
star dies it explodes
