I'm a fragile man and I have relished in my own spite
Through the Hagioscope to the Heart I can see no light
The road to Tarsus is blanketed with silt
Stones cast in chorus are received without guilt
I'm a man of infinitesimally small compunction
And I have crushed my own spite
Through the Hagioscope to the Heart I can see the light
On the road to Damascus my eyes have filled with silt
This is not my mantra, it's an admission of guilt
And as the water rises to my knees
Things I wash off return to me
And as the water rises to my knees
Things I wash off return to me
Through the Hagioscope to the Heart, I can see the light
The light that extinguishes me