My fears hunt me down   Capturing my memories   The frontier of loss   They try to escape across the street where   Jesus stripped bare   And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture   In the name of my, in the name of my      Born of a broken man   But not a broken man   Born of a broken man   Never a broken man   Born of a broken man   Never a broken man      Like autumn leaves   His sense fell from him   An empty glass of himself   Shattered somewhere within   His thoughts like a hundred moths   Trapped in a lampshade   Somewhere within      Their wings banging and burning   On through endless nights   Forever awake he lies shaking and starving   Praying for somebody to turn off the light      Born of a broken man   But not a broken man   Born of a broken man   Never a broken man   Born of a broken man   Never a broken man      My fears hunt me down   Capturing my memories   The frontier of loss   I try to escape across the street where   Jesus stripped bare   And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture   In the name of my, in the name of my      Born of a broken man   But not a broken man   Born of a broken man   But not a broken man      Never a, never a, never a broken man   Never a, never a, never a broken man   Never a, never a, never a broken man      Born of a broken man   Born of a, born of a, born of a broken man   Never a, never a, never a broken man