From the recording The Burden on Me


Confusing matters grab my hand
We hate things that we don't understand
Soul inside is gasping for air
Breaking free from happiness and those who care

Praying to God, throw down a line
This hate builds, engulfs us sometimes
And take this confusion from my home
We only choose the dreams we love

Torn nature, my creed
Casting a mold of me
By throwing your stones you bury me
Where is my sword?

Youthful glow still needs to sow
Pick me up from my earthly low
These swords subside behind my eyes
Making a cross...or is it crosshairs?

Where is my sword?
Come to me!
Where is my sword?
Cut me free!