Excavations - the Diagnosis

Second chance, I gave that to you You did not compensate You sing of penitence Yet would not cross the bridge of redemption So scarred through and through What did not understand Cannot penetrate Why am the focus of your vile obsession The object of your hate What tear in the fabric of your youth What cancer no love can heal Make you so distort the truth Make you so chameleon in steal I know you will not answer It would never come to you in prayer Your faith is built on faulty labor Wooing men to convince your heart Of heaven. Do they see yet, Can they understand The wounds you bind with tears wet Is caused by your covert hand What guile upon a gullible stage What pretensive innocence before my rage What jealous spitefulness What pathological competitiveness What metal twist of soul I cannot understand But somewhere in childhood's cavern I know the demon rest.