These thoughts running through my head
Contemplating life and death
So much noise, so much doubt
Im afraid not even the darkness can figure this one out
Im gonna build a little shelter here
And call it my home
Away from the wolves, away from the storm
This will be the last you see, this will be the last you hear
Of this torn asunder soul
I’ll burn down the bridges and call the ashes home
Im a hungry heart with a loaded gun
Too tempted to shy away from the morning sun
I feel these eyes calling me home
But home is not where you are
Oh God, where are you?
Im finding it difficult to breath
Under these heavy stares
Dear God what’s it going to take to make you care?
Im burning, Im breathing, Im dying
I can’t seem to find my way out
Oh God…where are you now?
Confessions 