THE WORLD OUTSIDE

Holed up in my head again

I stay inside my room

Outside, the world, it sounds alive

How beautifully, it moves

Once, I heard the melody

Like water, it ran clear

But winter storms brought down the trees

And dammed the rivers here

A place of verdant beauty

A place of open doors

A place of thorns and quicksand

A place of drowning pools

The world outside has hurt me

God there, he runs wild

He cuts the heart out from your chest

And throws it on the fire

The world outside, it hunts you

And God keeps sharpened horns

Only fools would worship

A mad bull who wants to gore

I see their open mouths, they sing

A song that I don't hear

The true God must reside inside

For he is nowhere here

Holed up in my head again

I stay inside my room

God, he has grown wreckless

And I am not his fool.