How can you read the room if there's no writing on the wall?
When you have nothing to lose how can you give it your all?
The truth of it all is that even your guardian angel is destined to fall.
The way your darkest emotions swarm you like thrall.
During the First Hour the shadows reach out to you.
During the Second Hour the shadows make you second guess what's true.
Time moves on and the scars never fade
Constant reminders of the mistakes you made.
Constant reminders of the pain I wished to trade
Constant reminders of the many hours I prayed.
How can you read the room if there's no writing on the wall?
I realize the only reason it's dark is because I've lost my sight like Saul.
Trying to feel my way around so I can read the room but the road to Damascus is bumpy and I don't read braille.