The Weary - Monolord

I clench my fist under my smile

To make it last another while

Fake the fast, learning the slow

A church is burning, what a show

Heal your wounds, the giant hole

While the heart is black and cold

A loss of words, losing again

Compromised the very end

And all this time

Nothing feels right

See the mysteries unfold

When you do what you’ve been told

The tears you cry, trembling with shame

The price you pay, you lost it all

Forgot to hear our nature call

I see a future left behind

And all this time

Nothing feels right

And all this time

Nothing feels right