if i was the praying kind i would beseech you if i was an image divine i would forgive you if i was the trusting kind i would believe you if i had faith in mankind i wouldn t need you i bite the hand that feeds me i burn the ground on which i stand i keep my eyes on the blinding dark to catch the light of the morning star to catch the light if i was the praying kind i would beseech you if i was an image divine i would forgive you if i was the trusting kind i would believe you if i had faith in mankind i wouldn t need you i bite the hand that feeds me i burn the ground on which i stand i keep my eyes on the blinding dark to catch the light of the morning star to catch the light of the morning star i keep my eyes on the blinding dark