The Line

I am the line, I hold you near

There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear

You're in suspension, you know no love

There is no story left to tell, you have no wisdom to pass on

I am the soul of absolution, no man can hurt his own illusion

My hands are crippled from the pain, you are the splinter in my vein

You put your head between your hands and understand nothing it has

I feel the answers keep you scared, I've put the harm inside myself

I am the line, I hold you near

There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear

I am perfected, I know no void

I have no conscience to keep clear, I understand there's nothing more

You try to kid yourself with questions, pleading in time for some correction

I found you tied onto the cross, with judgement on your every thought

You know my words all mean the same, you've buried here to isolate

And in this prison in your mind, well you were born without a spine

When did you stop caring?

When did you stop caring?

When did you stop caring?

When did you stop caring?