My fears hunt me down

Capturing my memories

The frontier of loss

They try to escape across the street where

Jesus stripped bare

And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture

In the name of my, in the name of my

Born of a broken man

But not a broken man

Born of a broken man

Never a broken man

Born of a broken man

Never a broken man

Like autumn leaves

His sense fell from him

An empty glass of himself

Shattered somewhere within

His thoughts like a hundred moths

Trapped in a lampshade

Somewhere within

Their wings banging and burning

On through endless nights

Forever awake he lies shaking and starving

Praying for somebody to turn off the light

Born of a broken man

But not a broken man

Born of a broken man

Never a broken man

Born of a broken man

Never a broken man

My fears hunt me down

Capturing my memories

The frontier of loss

I try to escape across the street where

Jesus stripped bare

And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture

In the name of my, in the name of my

Born of a broken man

But not a broken man

Born of a broken man

But not a broken man

Never a, never a, never a broken man

Never a, never a, never a broken man

Never a, never a, never a broken man

Born of a broken man

Born of a, born of a, born of a broken man

Never a, never a, never a broken man