With my face drained of colour
I'm lashed to the grating
With senses growing duller
And my lungs suck useless air
Hidebound in its movements
That could break my bonds
Would be, in me, improvement
But my comprehensive faculties are impaired
And it seems absurd, but now all I've heard
Fades in empty words and is worthless
As the Human Laugh rocks the cenotaph
But the joke is half-true, and mirthless
Seem at odds with their meanings
But delivered in such haste
My mind commences screaming
On the verge of belief I crash onto the reef
And a cynical thief steals my senses
So I cling to the pew with dimensions askew
And recognition refuses present tenses
All the lives of the saints demonstrate that my faint
Is a minor complaint, but the end is
Why can't I find me a way to go?
I don't want to die in the nave
But I know it may be with me some day
So I've got to find a way I can save up
My energies, and find a cause to pray
To something for something
To which I can give my creed
I'd gladly succumb to the wave
If I thought the water taught a way to light
I'd gladly succumb I'm not brave
And it's easy to believe what the preacher says
Except for the conflict raging between my head
I don't want to die, but just the same
Still, I am at least holding all the doors open
Inside me all outside is shared
As the cracked bells peal it all seems unreal
But the seventh seal stays unbroken
And the Offertory plate tenders no escape
Still I refuse to scrape up a token
Of esteem for these false
I must try to divorce sense from sensing
Although I take good care to listen
My heart grows ever more faint
There's something missing?