Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh
Do you have eyes?
Can you see like mankind sees?
Why have you soured and curdled me?
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain
Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame
Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company
But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
Man is the sire of sorrow
I've lost all taste for life
I'm all complaints
Tell me why do you starve the faithful?
Why do you crucify the saints?
And you let the wicked prosper
You let their children frisk like deer
And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near
We don't despise your chastening
God is correcting you
Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress
Oh, these pompous physicians
What carelessness!
Oh all this ranting all this wind Filling our ears with trash
Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury!
They come blaming and shaming
Evil doer
And shattering me
This vain man wishes to seem wise A man born of asses
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
We don't despise your chastening
Already on a bed of sighs and screams,
And still you torture me with visions
You give me terrifying dreams!
Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave.
I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades.
Man is the sire of sorrow Sure as the sparks ascend
Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong?
Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn?
Evil is sweet in your mouth Hiding under your tongue
Show your face!
What a long fall from grace
Help me understand!
What is the reason for your heavy hand?
You're stumbling in shadows You have no name now
Was it the sins of my youth?
What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly
Everything I dread and everything I fear come true
Man is the sire of sorrow
Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true
