The Dreamseed Theologist – These Doubts lyrics

These Doubts

They fall like leaves
Like grain before my
Lover's scythe
They know no bounds
They know no sense of
Wrong or right

Someone catch me
I'm still falling
Someone guide me
I'm still lost here
Someone spare me
Hear me praying
Someone save me
Please hear me praying

All your wicked worlds abound like urban decay and dismay surround
But I stand strong despite confusion
Reduced to color and cool conclusion

They move
Like shades
Creeping across
My confidence
They know no love
They know no God
Or guiding light

Someone catch me
I'm still falling
Someone guide me
I'm still lost here
Someone spare me
Hear me praying
Someone save me
Please hear me praying

All your precious prizes rust
Rise up as wraiths from midday dust
Their rituals self-inclusive, complete, corrupt, and so, intrusive