How Strange The Cycle

Can I weep into your arms Or will you be just like the last I need the strongest one of all To help me down this wicked path I no longer can confide In any soul that twists with man And represents to me The ugly torrents of this land I need your dirty form to divide me And cleanse me from my past mistakes I fall into spider's web again And escape just once it breaks I prayed to you, bent over backwards And made you my prophet, deity Like rushing waves you come and go I need to probe your every thought, speak to me Crown me a studded fool And call me those wicked names I hear your vicious insults From the chasms of my veins I heard twisting shouts and echoes And felt pity, but felt safe Now I join them and I cry up And I curse your fiery name Your promises stabbed by the truth you sow Your breath stained with remorse and guilt Contrite and evil, stain and wash my soul You spat on what I thought and how I felt