Neurotically Wired - Arch / Matheos

God, I pray for you, quite the task at hand

Dear God, I wait for you, child to a man

God, do you hear cries of kindred souls?

Dear God, the broken man reaps what he has sown

Pray for me, I am not alone

Dear God, exorcise strangers from my home

So cold the winter of discontent

A lifetime to remember

Life seems so animated

Neurons firing round after round

How illogical!

Stillness makes my skin crawl

But where I run isn’t anywhere at all

I can’t let them take me down!

Will her sickness break her crown?

Why in the name of God would they hold her down?

I can’t let them put me six feet under!

One-eyed Pollyanna left out in the rain

A stitch in time will mend her fine and on the shelf again

Scarecrow and the Tin Man dancing in her dreams

Come the dawn, a bitter pill keeps her there, it seems

Shelter me, my asylum, shelter me

Incarnation of the dead memories

Masterful liar, a reflection

We are flawed, flawed to perfection

In the eyes of a child cut so deep

She’ll never, ever love again

His addiction left her bleeding

In the eyes of a child locked away

In a heart-shaped box, it holds a secret

She hears it breathing

In the end, thy kingdom come

In the end, thy will be done

«This, and nothing more» quoth the raven

In the end, thy kingdom come

In the end, thy will be done

Here forevermore, this and nothing more

Rise higher, open your eyes, child

All of God’s graces, you were born to be here

Just as you are, child, neurotically wired

Rivers of tears won’t wash the strand away

Rise higher, open your eyes, child

All of God’s graces you were born to be

Will I always see through the eyes

See through the eyes of a child?

Cross-eyed Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

Seeds of sorrow yield tomorrow

Harvesting the fruit you bestow

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Walls of shame built brick by brick

Sitting in his angry chair

Fear became a means to his end

In the eyes of a child cut so deep

She’ll never love again

His addiction left her bleeding

In the eyes of a child, buried in a heart-shaped box

It holds her secret, she hears it breathing

Down on her knees, dying God on a cross of gold

No deliverance, tears are seething

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Tried, but they could not put Pollyanna together again

Rise higher, open your eyes, child

All of God’s graces, you were meant to be here

More than you are, child, neurotically wired

Rivers of tears won’t wash the strand away

Rise higher, open your heart wide

All of your demons will finally fade away

Will I always see through the eyes of a child?

Why do we remember the cold November rain?

A stitch in time would save us nine

And on our feet again

Scarecrow and the Tin Man, much like you and I

A broken heart, you’ve lost your mind

You become what you deny

Shelter me, my asylum, shelter me

Incarnation of the dead memories

Masterful liar, my reflection

We are flawed, flawed to perfection