It's dark in here, pretty lonely too
I've been hurt by them, and I cry to you

To my weary knees I fall
Raise my hands, to you I call.
Forgive me Father for what I have done
For I have killed your only son

And your consuming love like a tempest in me
Sets my palms convulsing
Blesses me with repose and piety
That I pray will forever remain.

But as my silver lining brightens with the sun,
My warmth slowly fades as to the world I return

It's like I have this disease, this Unkind addiction
To almost every little thing, that procrastinates my devotion

Then slowly it fades
The voice of the angels as they pray
A cold void in my soul
Growing as I walk away

Yes it's dark in here, pretty lonely too
When I'm hurting again, I'll come back to you.