A World Of Wicked Men Lyrics

Oh, what a mess I've made.
What a mess these hands have made of this kingdom.
The kingdom come and gone.

This love is blasphemy
as it rises and remains in me.
I'll expel it from my waking mind,
my waking memory.

We felt a tear in the fabric, a break in the seam.
If there's a body to blame it won't be me.
Father can you see your son?
He can't see anyone...

This love is blasphemy
as it rises and remains in me.
I'll expel it from my waking mind, my waking memory.

I stand silent among them who trained my hands.
It was mine to hold, that bitter regret,
unseen by blessed creation,
where we made a war with words under the name of a
risen Son.
This generation mourns.

This love is blasphemy
as it rises and remains in me.
I'll expel it from my waking mind,
my waking memory.

Father can you see your son?
He can't see anyone.

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