Now you knew all the time
what the world should know
and although that's no crime
you'll still suffer so
And you know what's wrong
it's like nails in your wrists
just like Jesus was hep
to the hypocrites
I, all alone
It all leads up to now
it comes down to this
as you lean from the ledge
of the precipice
There's no second chance no
second guess
but your countenance shines with
assuredness
I, all alone
It takes every ounce of strength I have
to turn my cheek and have it slapped
and keep this wrath and wonder under wraps
As sand drops through the hourglass
the bitter cup has come to pass
the faithful pale, the angels trumpet taps
Now you knew all the time
what the world should know
and although that's no crime
you'll still suffer so
When the fear says stand down
stand up instead
well done is better
than well said
I, all alone