Staring through stained glass   Upon hallowed ground   I wonder what I'm staring at   I wonder what I am...      The panes are clear   Yet all I see is gray   I thought there would be something more   To gaze at now      This dust should be choking   This darkness should be light   This headache should be over now   This nightmare should be over now      I was fucking lied to   Everything I was led to believe is wrong   My window wasn't supposed to look like this   Must be my beliefs were stained