And It All Came Down...

This mighty warrior, born to fight, working cattle in the fields

My blinded eyes have lost their sight and my hands too worn to feel

I guess I hardened all the mortar on your sacred, potter's wheel

By holding to my failures and attempting to conceal everything I was and am

My mother cried when she realized that I'd always be born
She said, "you messed it up the first time, but you can still be born again"
You've held a lantern void of oil in your leper's, unclean, hands
Sent to shine of pure salvation, but you never gave a damn

And it all came down, and it all came down...
Every black ghost and haunt surrounds...
Oh, how they all came down...oh, they all came down...

So come find me in a barnyard, laying calm, beside the swine
My eyes bloodshot from sedatives, my clothes wreaking of wine
I've been told swollen feet and bloody stones can lead dead men back to life
and living offers second chances - seventy times seven times

And it all came down, and it all came down...

But when the purifying floods came - still all my beasts all survived
With the things I'd learned to keep at bay now in a box I was confined
But my father reassured me, "it's how it's perceived in your mind"
You can fear the things that frighten you or just accept that they're alive

So I took my filthy, beggar's bed - for redemption, toward to walk
I brought down walls with only songs and my towering doubt with rocks
I slept among the lions with my faith no longer lost
Holding on to the peace that I felt was only built to be sought

And it all came down, and it all came down...

And it all came down, and it all came down...