A world of wicked men

Oh, what a mess I've made
What a mess these hands have made of this kingdom
The kingdom come and gone

This love is blasphemy
As it rises and remains in me
I'll expel it from my waking mind
My waking memory

We felt a tear in the fabric, a break in the seam
If there's a body to blame it won't be me
Father can you see your son?
He can't see anyone

This love is blasphemy
As it rises and remains in me
I'll expel it from my waking mind
My waking memory

I stand silent among them who trained my hands
It was mine to hold, that bitter regret
Unseen by blessed creation
Where we made a war with words under the name of a risen son
This generation mourns

This love is blasphemy
As it rises and remains in me
I'll expel it from my waking mind
My waking memory

Father can you see your son?
He can't see anyone