Damn Me

At a pawn shop in Denver is when I started thinking about your life
All the pain and disappointment you tried so hard to bury deep inside
We spent most of youths on path that we never really chose
We traded in faith in a belief, and hoped it didn’t show
We mortgaged our futures and did everything they asked us to do
And blackened out your eyes and cursed the very thoughts inside of you
You tried every painkiller known to man, but they left you feeling worse
We were too young to burden doing what we called the Lord’s work

The false mind fades
The truth self grows
Damn me
‘Til I’m six feet down in a hole
It’s hard to believe what you don’t know

We were raised in their factories and forced through their churches and their schools
Lectured by phonies, we listened to the Bible and a fools
All the sages and madmen they came before you didn’t know
Both cowards and prophets they left a heavy burden on our souls
They had left us feeling empty and we didn’t like the games they had us play
A nail that gets stands up get pounded down eventually
Had the nerve to condemn for becoming what they taught us to be
The Lord’s work ain’t easy, sometimes you get los along the way

The false mind fades
The truth self grows
Damn me
‘Til I’m six feet down in a hole
It’s hard to believe what you don’t know

I spent many long evenings wondering about the path you chose to take
All your energy and laughter are things that I could use today
I log many a mile every year, and do my best to spread the word
Fanning the flames of discontent is what I like to call the Lord’s work

The false mind fades
The truth self grows
Damn me
‘Til I’m six feet down in a hole
It’s hard to believe what you don’t know