Speak up Selah, be clear
I know you've spent your years
Speaking in riddles to avoid
Being in the middle of things
This freshly bleached dog-eared page
Lion cub in a cage
Perfect seeing thou made light
From a million state lines away
And you hang your defeat
Above the beds that you sleep, said,
'It's always been this way'
And I knew I was born
Just to creep through the thorns
And never see your face
Wake up Selah, it's dark
Don't need to see to know
You've made your mark
A bruise shaped like Britain, from the story
You read when you were five
I didn't mean to be weak
I tried to make you speak
Now it's me blabbering that oh, you make me
So goddamn glad to be alive
And the blame that you need
For the shame that you keep
To have made you this way
I know I was born
Just to creep through the thorns
And never see your face
Oh, I'll never see your face now
Speak up Selah, be clear
About your pitying words
As they're nothing you fear
Make me the villain
For the hole that you're filling today
Your body's a state of decay
Still, you rise and fall in a day
Ghost in the mirror
While this world withers away