Of weeping women and bleeding children
Echoing down the fears of grief-stricken men
Their man-hood crushed as they're pushed to their knees
In a seemingly-helpless effort of prayer
Such is my mid-day
No more darkness, I'm blinded with light
No more chance to hide within the night
I know all, and all now see
That the one who knows is really me
Rolling through my day, a river
Of forbidden thought and no-more dreams
The blood of the innocent washes away
It drown me now and makes me clean
To rise again into an unbearable light
Hide my soul from unbearable sight
It's flaws are exposed
It's flaw is truth
Beat me down
My insatiable youth