Adam's Lament

How could I have known The things that were to come When all was said and done And how they would say That I'm the one to blame For all our faults and shame When, long before, The knowing and the bone When I was still alone Would I still relive Or kill you and in turn Watch this world burn After all I've done for you How could you? Her hair blood red like the prophet dead on a stained glass window Our courage tied fast to the ground We've been mislead by some books we read when we all were drifting I should have seen it come round Oh no I'm feeling sick with hope when was the last we spoke Oh no I've never been this broke like Burroughs without dope He stood so tall so primed to fall like all who listen For what other reason would you call I am the light I am the spite that stirs within you For I'm your freedom to fall Oh no I'm feeling sick with hope when was the last we spoke Oh no I've never been this broke like Burroughs without dope