Dogma, Pt. III

I fail to see The complicity The simplicity Some reciprocity Ditched upon the road Far beyond repair Walking through the grove Leaves caught in your hair as I'm bleeding Eager to believe That I had enough You want me to be All that I am not Don't you fucker? Easily surprised Hoping to forget Glad to be alive Waiting for the end of an era Blacker than the night Facing who we are Knowing that I'm right Counting off the scars that you left on me Free me from thee