Bees 'n' Honey

I woke up today
Sweat beading my face
Dark night's sleep won't fade

In truth I've got nowhere I can turn
In whose hands does retribution lie

Pain will not be patched by idle hands or softened breath
Calling on a god that's deaf and blind to our complaints
All this can attest to why we never know what's best
Tension fully stretched, we come apart from the inside

Perform the lines
Disguise the heartache
But in our veil, a hole begins to tear
Composure gives way to shame and resentment blossoms into rage

The truth is that we struggle alone
These hands are where retribution lies

Pain will not be patched by idle hands or softened breath
Calling on a god that's deaf and blind to our complaints
All this can attest to why we never know what's best
Tension fully stretched, we come apart from the inside

I hold my hand up to block the sun
It dazzles blurred through my fingertips
Like a torch held to my palm
I can see the veins struggle at capacity
Full of vigour still the soul dies
Is there hope in heresy
Full of vigour still the soul dies
Is there hope in anything

One bold moment in life, a fulcrum
One bold moment rests on reflection

Pain will not be patched by idle hands or softened breath
Calling on a god that's deaf and blind to our complaints
All this can attest to why we never know what's best
Tension fully stretched, we come apart from the inside