The Frail

You crashed the hearse
Leading us here to believe
That we're the stones that wouldn't sink at sea
Those fragile words mount to nothing
We broke like glass, won't go back together
You speak and your skin starts to shed
Lifeless eyes don't hide the lies you fed

Father
The whole world's a cage
Born of heartache and outrage
Father
The murder will feast
Off the hands holding the least
Look who's choking now

Condemnations and rocked foundations
Patience is frail but the spirit's hellacious
Pull at the strings, your restraints
Your halo's the noose used to hang all your saints

Father
The whole world's a cage
Born of heartache and outrage
Father
The murder will feast
Off the hands holding the least
Look who's choking now

Father, realise there's no-one on your side
The further you go, you find the frailty of your pride
Father realise there's no-one on your side
And the further you go, you find the frailty of your pride
Father, realise there's no-one on your side
Father, go and find the frailty of your pride
Father
Father
Father
Father