Out of Fable

Born out of fable With will not to carry on You must pretend now That I will give you up Oh to be a master at What you know it does to me You have a way with words And a penchant for psychic pain I should resolve to Give everything to you So you'll react And I'll get back to The dreams I had once too Making sense in context Leaving everything that you knew And when I heard your voice gave purpose How could I disapprove Filled up with concepts But failing to understand I'm choosing to lay my whole Life inside your hands Oh to see the growing reasons To cast off all your commands Making sense in context Leaving everything that I knew And when I find your words imperfect Expect me to disapprove Dealing in promises Now I see you're only afraid Look what you've made All your speeches and claims All your foolish tirades All your teaching is death for us all I won't follow along Making sense in context Leaving everything that I knew