Let me spit out my bitterness
Born of grief and nights without sleep
Can you see like mankind sees?
Why have you soured and curdled me?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear
I was awaited like the rain
And they sought out my company
But now the janitors of Shadowland
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear
Come true? (Man is the sire of sorrow)
I've lost all taste for life
Tell me why do you starve the faithful?
Why do you crucify the saints?
And you let the wicked prosper
You let their children frisk like deer
And my loves are dead or dying
(We don't despise your chastening
To counsel my deep distress
Oh, these pompous physicians
(Oh all this ranting, all this wind
Filling our ears with trash)
They come blaming and shaming (evil doer)
(This vain man wishes to seem wise
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear
(We don't despise your chastening)
Already on a bed of sighs and screams
And still you torture me with visions
You give me terrifying dreams!
Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave
I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades
(Man is the sire of sorrow
Sure as the sparks ascend)
While you're wondering what went wrong?
Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn?
(Evil is sweet in your mouth
Hiding under your tongue)
(What a long fall from grace)
What is the reason for your heavy hand?
(You're stumbling in shadows
Was it the sins of my youth?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear
(Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly)
Everything I dread and everything I fear come true
(Man is the sire of sorrow)
Oh, you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true