A World Of Wicked Men

A World Of Wicked Men - Letter To The Exiles

Oh what a mess I've made

What a mess these hands have made

Of this kingdom

The kingdom come and gone

This love is blasphemy

As it rises and remains in me

I'll expel it from my waking mind

My waking memory

My waking memory

We felt a tear in the fabric

A break you can to see

If there's a body to blame it won't be me

Father can you see your son

He can't see anyone

This love is blasphemy

As it rises and remains in me

I'll expel it from my waking mind

My waking memory

My waking memory

I stand silent among them

Who trained my hands

It was mine to hold

It was mine to hold

That bitter regret

Unseen by blessed creation

Where we made a war with words

Under the name of a risen Son

This generation mourns

This love is blasphemy

As it rises and remains in me

I'll expel it from my waking mind

My waking memory

My waking memory

Father can you see your son

He can't see anyone