guilt

Standing in the hallway of your home,
in the corridor of your cave,
in the godliness of your gaze,
you leave me in a daze.

So when I bring myself to speak
and describe the state I'm in
I can bring myself think
and contemplate my sin

you've got me down on my knees
you've got me talking to god -
I ain't never been a believer before
and I ain't never seen the light

and when the light shines
I'll be sleeping through my sickness
And when my eyes have widened
I'll be staring at the darkness

I'll stagger like a drunken bum
through the labyrinths of my life
or I'll sit and still and stare and disappear
to a place devoid of fear