The Origin Of The Muse    I sing of the muse  I sing of the muse  My oar strikes the sea    I sing of the muse  I sing of the muse  My oar strikes the sea    Christ Christ can't save me  Christ Christ ran from me    I'm facing the gods  I'm facing the gods  So let the myth begin    Christ Christ can't save me  Christ Christ ran from me    I walked through the loneliest deserts for 40 days and 40 nights wondering if I'd find the family.  In the pityless dunes of self doubt a choir of angels appeared at the four corners of my earth    Part II of Origin    Bring meaning to my life bring darkness into light  Were from the dust of stars how much truth is there to life?  Will the glories of Greece bring order to this life?  I myself when young did ask the saints of life  They said he wept for me a crown of shame for me  Will the glories of Christ bring order to this life?    Come walk the edge with me    The glory of Greece destroyed by our fathers  Most have Jerusalem  Who needs Athens    The storm of my birth the haze here after  Most have Jerusalem  Who needs Athens    Come walk the edge with me  The truth is lies in me  The force that forms and shapes brings order to this life  Now ask your saints of life  Now ask your saints of life    these lyrics are submitted by botas