All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,   So it’ no wonder that I’ve been the victim of,   All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,   So it’s no wonder that I’ve been the victim of   A wavering faith   A wavering faith, call me weak if you like   My body gets tired   Of it’s internal driver   Relentless unsatisfied and wired   Look at were you’re coming from   All she’s been through and all you’ve done   Stop beating on the ones you love   I am the Instrument you’ve all Awaited   Humble I’ve been humiliated   I’ve seen things you’ll never see   I know what you want to be   So listen if answers you seek   Turn your eyes inside out   Come to expect all you’ve doubted   Everything’s laid out for you, nothing need be told you   You will know the truth