God Knows.

God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart,

In that room of pain and rememberings that's tearing you apart.

You must have kissed the girls and made them cry,

And it's been a while since you're tears ran dry.

God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes.

Yes, He knows how you break with all those empty lies.

And even all those hardfaced Queens of misadventure

Once longed for love over a lecture.

God knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence

When you couldn't build a wall so put up that fence.

You must have known it would keep them out 

Welcome, all of those who abandoned hope and cradled doubt

God knows what is hiding in those cold and broken minds

To have pushed away the good hearts and drawn the blinds

He knows how you recited those lies to a one man audience

You told yourself it was for protection but burned out the guardians

And if that was common sense, and if everyone that circumvents

Claimed to have the brain to rise above the mundane,

I would wish to stay forever young and dumb

Than to be like the once vibrant souls gone numb.

For if I had a brain to lead me astray

I'd be cold as stone and rich as the fool

That turned all those good hearts away.

But behind the tears and inside the lies

Burns a flame of longing nestled among severed ties

When you cut the rope and turned a blind eye

That flickering flame refused to die

God knows who is hiding behind that painted mask

He knows they're dreams and hopes and for what they ask

A fiery throng of muted angels does burn black

It's hard giving love and getting nothing back

God knows who is hiding behind the thickest walls

When every window is blocked and corpses roam the halls

A thousand slowly dying sunsets come and go

But if you can't see them then you'll never know

God knows who is hiding behind an angel's smile

It's the tortured, helpless soul that dies out after a while

And God sends out his children to hold those weeping forms

But you have to open up before the tears become the storms

God knows who is hiding behind a wretched prayer

How you hate the game and once worshipped the player

God knows how you pushed him away for pride

Oh the pain had come but you had never cried.

And if that was common sense, and if everyone that circumvents

Claimed to have the brain to rise above the mundane,

I would wish to stay forever young and dumb

Than to be like the once vibrant souls gone numb.

For if I had a brain to lead me astray

I'd be cold as stone and rich as the fool

That turned all those good hearts away

Tear out the walls and chains that bind you so

And cry a little to learn of letting go

Do not give up, there still is love

Someone loves that God above

Embrace the helping hands and good hearts

Tonight there will be no more fall-aparts

Let someone slip back in to hold you tight,

And banish the dark with a little light.