Staring through stained glass
  Upon hallowed ground
  I wonder what I'm staring at
  I wonder what I am...
    The panes are clear
  Yet all I see is gray
  I thought there would be something more
  To gaze at now
    This dust should be choking
  This darkness should be light
  This headache should be over now
  This nightmare should be over now
    I was fucking lied to
  Everything I was led to believe is wrong
  My window wasn't supposed to look like this
  Must be my beliefs were stained