Ben Moody

Seventeen and self assured in secret so to blame
Hold it in, it's not a sin, it's just a shame
You're not alone, this man he loves you
In spite of everything you are
But not by my grace
Of the shadows cast in corridors of human hearts
Faith as fact my favorite fiction by far
And every step I've ever taken
In its grip, the coarse the same
I've fallen on my face
I, I'm no more than what you see
You never led me halfway on a cross or on my knees
Time took all the faith I need
Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds
Close your eyes and hold on, this will all be over soon
Just another pound of flesh before you go
And after all the dirt and pain and hate and sin has washed away
What's left of me to love?
I, I'm no more than what you see