All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
  So it' no wonder that I've been the victim of,
  All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
  So it's no wonder that I've been the victim of
  A wavering faith
  A wavering faith, call me weak if you like
  My body gets tired
  Of it's internal driver
  Relentless unsatisfied and wired
  Look at were you're coming from
  All she's been through and all you've done
  Stop beating on the ones you love
  I am the Instrument you've all Awaited
  Humble I've been humiliated
  I've seen things you'll never see
  I know what you want to be
  So listen if answers you seek
  Turn your eyes inside out
  Come to expect all you've doubted
  Everything's laid out for you, nothing need be told you
  You will know the truth