Hagioscope to the Heart

I'm a fragile man and I have relished in my own spite Through the Hagioscope to the Heart I can see no light The road to Tarsus is blanketed with silt Stones cast in chorus are received without guilt I'm a man of infinitesimally small compunction and I have crushed my own spite Through the Hagioscope to the Heart I can see the light On the road to Damascus my eyes have filled with silt This is not my mantra, it's an admission of guilt And as the water rises to my knees Things I wash off return to me And as the water rises to my knees Things I wash off return to me Through the Hagioscope to the Heart, I can see the light The light that extinguishes me