Pearl Jam

Woh.
State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext.
Sin still plays and preaches but to have an empty court. Uh huh.
And the signs are passing. grip the wheel can't read it.
Sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands. Hands, yeah.
And I listen for the voice inside my head. Nothing. I'll do this one myself.
Lay her down as priest does. Should the lord be a counting?
Will be in my honor. Make it pain, painfully clear. Uh huh.
Promises are whispered in the age of darkness.
Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end. End, yeah.
And the barrel shakes aimed a-directly at my head.
Oh help me. Help me from myself.
And I listen from both sides of a friend. Nothing. I'll do this one myself.