Poor Isaac

Oh, and God, just leave that Abraham alone
He wants a son, he wants a son
Everybody wants a home

Though I'm not quite sure if poor Isaac would agree
"My God," he said, "What did I do
To make you wanna watch me bleed?"

And I feel sick tonight, I feel just like
The dancing flame on the funeral light
And I'm not sure if I want you to save me
And I'd be less uptight if I knew the sight of
Blood was just a weakness and
Not the whole reason that you made me
'Cause sometimes, I think it is

Oh, and God, just go and leave me all alone
I'm not your son, I'm not your son
Everybody dies alone

Was this world just not quite hard enough for you?
I guess like anyone, you've got
Your own scores to settle too

When I'm so pissed tonight, I feel just like
The last remaining Canaanite
And I don't think that I will be returning
And if you wanna see the irony
And the savage price of piety
There's a lot of us who are going to be burning
How does it feel?

The sorrow that I know
When I'm alone, I can't express
All these darling angels singing in my ear
And the comfort of their touch
It cuts right through this emptiness
And it's everything I want, everything I fear
But I don't fear God

And that child was my friend
I spent a long time with his curse
I can feel him trembling beneath his plea
I don't know if there is water
All I know is there's a thirst
And it might be for the best
But I'm not quite sure if Isaac would agree