Was I wrong to say this world isn't mine to bear alone
Tell me is this some divine play?
A twisted game of faith and fate

Was I not strong enough to reap your fields of love?
So out of reach, bruised, and broken
I've tripped and fallen
Covered in my self-loathing
My Self-loathing

Don't you carry us through the dirt and have us believe it's charity
I yearn for the air was promised

Speak to me, speak to me
In the shade we dance unfound
Yet you wish to be praised
Speak to me, speak to me
I'm done searching for your answers
I need to hear you loud and clear

Mercenaries of self-sacrifice,
we cut away appendages of humanity
In hopes of becoming something more (x2)
I swear that I am something more
You've made me a fool, a wretch
Averse to the universal fear of death
Well I'm not afraid, I've paid my dues
Left in this hole I call my home

Don't you carry us through the dirt
and have us believe it's charity
I yearn for the air that's promised

You force us to our knees, to feed on our pleas
Preying on the weak, who wanted something to believe
A brand new messiah, the claim to bring us higher
But the holy deceive and their theories catch fire
For what it's worth I've been blessed with a curse,
like we're living to die vying for borrow time

Speak to me, speak to me
In the shade we dance unfound
Yet you wish to be praised
Speak to me, speak to me
I'm done searching for your answers
I need to hear you loud and clear

To sit upon your throne
so grand high above this world
Looking down on us as we sink further
Drowning farther day after day
I put my hands together
tight enough to believe I could choke you to see

Speak to me
You claim to be our Father, if only we'll die as martyrs
You always told me I was a child, molded of love and clay
Shaped with the purest intention and blessed, with grace and devotion
I now realize, we are the mud of your earth
children of dirt