Here in a church, a small boy is kneeling
He prays to a god, he does not know, he cannot feel
All of his sins of childhood he will remember
He will not cry, tears he will not cry
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?
A vision of a new world, from the ashes of the old
"Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul
A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
Wondering why, wondering why...
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?
A man of sorrows racked, with thoughts that dare not
speak their name
trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
His anger all his life -"I hate myself!", he cried
"Do what thou wilt! - do what thou wilt!", he cried
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?
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