today i woke to find myself an orchestra with broken bells and the sounds i made they could have come from hell because hell is a place that i have found inside myself not underground and it all comes out when i open my mouth because i ve held notes with a chorus of thieves and i ve begged for mercy on hollow knees so when i say i ll change my ways it s a promise that i will not keep and i saw heaven with my own eyes in a dream i had late last night but it slipped away with the morning s light so now i curse the rising day as she pours into my painted grave yeah that crown of fire she cleanses everything and the civil war has found itself brand new grounds on which to dwell my heart and mind through space and time on the fringes of my fragile shell so impart to me everything that i do not deserve to see please extend the vision you have given me purge my greed and i will become the sea and despite my doubts i will travel toward my fears and live them out and stand up to the demons that i ve kept around through ups and downs i will watch them drown in mercy s arms what i have learned is that i don t get quite what i deserve it seems that i am measured on a curve and all i ve claimed to know of love are fruitless words from a foolish tongue it s nothing i can really speak of because i was not there when the stars were hung no i did not arrange the moon or the sun so who am i what silly pride to think that i am someone