Here in the darkness that I lay, depression heavy in its weigh. And how my body aches to leave, to sing its final eulogy. My sons I love you evermore and, though the road beckons once more, I see the damage that I’ve done in search for redemption.

But I am just a broken man whose soul cries out to understand how the madness shatters me. Upon the stage on bended knee, I scream out loud at skies above that answer mute, bereft of love. I struggle not to fall from grace or sing the hymns of my disgrace.

We build cathredrals to our pain, establish monuments to attain freedom from all of the scars and the sins lest we drown in the darkness within.

Mystery’s forgotten chords; I strum in vain to please the Lord but he has never answered me, my faith has waned eternally. In empty men who pass along, the woes of all religions wrong. But now the shadowed veil it falls… heed the clarion call. 

So pray to music, build a shrine, listen in these desperate times. Fill your heart with every note, cherish it and cast afloat because God is in these clef and tone. Salvation is found alone; haunted by its melody, music it will set you free. Let it set you free…

We build cathredrals to our pain, establish monuments to attain freedom from all of the scars and the sins lest we drown in the darkness within.

Music, my saviour. (Save me.)

We build cathredrals to our pain, establish monuments to attain freedom from all of the scars and the sins lest we drown in the darkness within.