Confessions hang
like ornament
So heavy on your wrist.
You wear them proudly like a crown
The mark of all your sins.
And as we speak I see
Nothing but your dazzling,
Ornaments as offering
For the emptiness we've come to.
Greatness we bear well,
Its the weight of truth that makes us bend and drop.
Belief is my fool's gold,
It sparkles like a sham.
I wear my pride openly
A diamond choker for your hate.
We wear these jewels as
Peacock feathers in our hair,
Ornament as offering
For the emptiness we've come to.
Greatness we bear well,
Its the weight of truth that makes us bend and drop.
Patiently the vultures wait. . .
Oh how they laugh at us!
Steady in our reasoning
That gold can never rust.
And as they laugh I see
How ugliness was made pretty.
Ornament as offering
For the emptiness we've come to.
Lies I bore so well
In the light of truth I bend and drop.
I shatter the slender ring
That was my offering
Commitment for what
But tarnished trust.
The vultures come to prey
But there's nothing left at all.
Confession hangs like ornament,
So heavy on your wrist.
I open up my hands,
There's nothing left to give.