and whom do you say that I am?
superflious speech and damned words
there are none. were none. will be none
tunnelled vision redirected blur the scenes of people
family retreated long ago and it seems that
footprints confused circle aimlessly in the sand
and one set always nearby patiently waiting
dont say you care your sorry i know how it is
wipe slate burn the books photographs of false love
im getting lost trying to find you
what is numbness im forgetting
horrors strip me of my krutches
addictions manipulate healing is dripping slowly away
if your there let me know...
can you hear me now? 
martyred for my perfection
may i wear a crown of thorns?
isolation shaking every fragile bone
pain that is no longer defineable as pain
gasp for breath stretching for hope lifes not yet gone
the night is dark a storm
im hanging here too Jesus...
but unlike you, i cant get down alone...