The Path - Quiet Hollers

Show me the path

Help me to walk the path

Show me the path

Help me to walk the path

Show me the path

Help me

Help me rise above the bullshit

Bombast, white noise

The lies and the distortion

The hate in my brother’s eyes

And don’t tell me that it’s all written plain

Inside that glorious stained glass house of worship

Where your stone-throwing saints

Can file complaints in pious contortion

My little lamb, my black sheep

Tell me why is it that you weep?

Not for the sick or the poor-- that is plain

Punk-ass white boy

I see you writhing in pain

Trying to steel your brain against a memory

The one that plays in the background

Of every faithless prayer you send me

When you call my name in despair

But you don’t dare defend me

Show me the path

Show me the light

If what I saw that night

Was only in my mind

Why give me free will to see signs

If not the wrong ones from the right?

Your little lamb, unbaptized

Doesn’t want to be canonized

So why have you made him to suffer this way?

And don’t tell me in your mysterious ways

When the works and days of my hands are empty

And joined together in prayer

For every breath of air you send me

Come on

Show me the path

Help me to walk the path

Show me the path

Help me to walk the path

Show me the path

Help me to walk the path

Show me the path

Help me