Oarsman

I woke up sweating on the moaning mount of olives
My black dove penance weighing down my feather feet
Woven into my skin, the covenants I'd broken
My granite heart will not forget what it once was

A coffer full of your love
I couldn't bear it

And I don't believe I ever had a choice
When the sun came up and my eyes were struck
And I don't believe I could've changed my mind
In the dead-end heat of that withered beach
With my grave stone teeth and your seven shades of grief

We were unleavened earth before the first unsettled word fell
They drew the Devil's iris in between your brows
Accursed breath that left our bodies when the day broke
Who built that weary, wooden cabinet for your faith?

All these doors I see
Mean nothing to me

And I don't believe I ever had a choice
When we lost our sight to the teething night
And I don't believe I could've changed my mind
When the seeds were sown and then left alone
How could I have known I was never on my own?

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh God, I feel like every saintly fire was my fault

That I got crossed off of the wall
And my fingers all bloodied and torn
And it's just a lie
A poor excuse for all the fumes
That I spit out back when I was young
And God damn the truth
I was unused
An empty glass
An oarsman and no one knew my name, knew my name

I am not welcome here
I am not welcome in this house I built
I am not welcome here
I am not welcome in this house I built
I am not welcome here
And I am not welcome in this house I built