The Disciple

Lying on the floor

I hear it pounding down the door

All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore



See these broken strings

You tore them with your lazy heart

The wind in our open, tired grave, It's tearing us apart



Cry, Oh angel cry

Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes



All the things these eyes have seen

This time they've really crossed the line

I think I'll pack up all my shit and cross to Palestine



Strip down all my clothes

I'm gonna run into the wild

I'm gonna Leave you with my bitter wounds

Leave you with my pride



Cry, Oh angel cry

Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes