The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things

<p>Lines in my hands, light through the walls<br/>I&#x27;m writing letters to you with my prayers<br/>Long before what I&#x27;ve stood up will fall<br/>Or who I thought I might be is ensnared<br/>A man inside a fish, scales from someone&#x27;s eyes<br/>A family in a great big boat while the rest of the world dies<br/>You&#x27;re making food to feed five thousand<br/>You&#x27;re saying &quot;let the children come to me&quot;<br/>In the corner of the classroom I am pulling back the carpet<br/>I&#x27;m afraid of what I see<br/>What is truth? (x6)<br/>How big are love and history and what hides inside their mouths?<br/>There are holes in me from things pushed in when I pull them out<br/>And out of which come questions that I can not unwrap<br/>What I once learned is not enough to hold the torrent back<br/>I feel as though the weight of questions has grown to cruel to bear<br/>And though I long to lift it now the load makes me despair<br/>Ask though I may the faces who once led me by the hand<br/>Their voices are unfamiliar<br/>I&#x27;m not sure they understand<br/>And now my spine is bowed by boxes on my back<br/>I don&#x27;t know how to open them<br/>I want to give them back<br/>And yet you will not stir to ease this burden that I carry<br/>It seems as though you&#x27;ve piled them up and treated me unfairly<br/>It&#x27;s this devastating world that laughs and steals upon my back<br/>And everything comes crashing down when my will finally cracks<br/>No longer will I tote the cryptic words of ages gone<br/>When I was being broken, where were you all along?<br/>Lessons recounted faithfully now fall like clumps of wool<br/>The men and women who lied to me are cockeyed, panting wolves<br/>They wave their flags and cast their stones and sneer with lusty grins<br/>Commanding me to follow a path they have never believed in<br/>They low like cattle with bulging veins and militant fists in the air<br/>Join their flock or burn in hell and I&#x27;m not sure that I care<br/>Crawling out from the wreckage of all that I&#x27;ve been taught<br/>I&#x27;m leaving it behind<br/>They fling their venom out at me when I resign<br/>Outside the gates I drag myself into a world bigger than I had believed<br/>And inside they flay their sheep lest they follow me and leave<br/>But after everything I&#x27;ve done and everything I do<br/>I can still remember you<br/>Lines in my hands, light through the walls<br/>I&#x27;m writing you letters with my prayers<br/>After all that I&#x27;ve stood up falls<br/>And I afford you none of my cares<br/>If I ask you &quot;what is truth&quot; will you be silent still?<br/>My questions and doubts made a chasm<br/>That I fear you can not fill<br/>Perhaps the lens I&#x27;ve eyed you through<br/>Keeps me from knowing what is truth<br/>I can&#x27;t find what I&#x27;m looking for<br/>And I still remember you<br/>When I relent the shackles of all that I&#x27;ve been fed<br/>I pull back the floor and find something beautiful instead<br/>After everything That I&#x27;ve been through<br/>I don&#x27;t recognize myself anymore<br/>Sometimes I think I might remember<br/>But then I close the door<br/>I walk away from everything and find myself made free<br/>In all the tangles of who I am the truth is that you love me<br/>Just as I was, just as I am, just as I will be<br/>In all the tangles of who I am, the truth is that you love me