Jack Anthony - How Strange The Cycle Lyrics

Can I weep into your arms
Or will you be just like the last
I need the strongest one of all
To help me down this wicked path
I no longer can confide
In any soul that twists with man
And represents to me
The ugly torrents of this land
I need your dirty form to divide me
And cleanse me from my past mistakes
I fall into spider's web again
And escape just once it breaks
I prayed to you, bent over backwards
And made you my prophet, deity
Like rushing waves you come and go
I need to probe your every thought, speak to me
Crown me a studded fool
And call me those wicked names
I hear your vicious insults
From the chasms of my veins
I heard twisting shouts and echoes
And felt pity, but felt safe
Now I join them and I cry up
And I curse your fiery name
Your promises stabbed by the truth you sow
Your breath stained with remorse and guilt
Contrite and evil, stain and wash my soul
You spat on what I thought and how I felt