How I do beat this? How I do win?
The voice of the prophets, I hear them again
They say: Man, what has happened?
You lost and prodigal son
You used to be an example
You used to bare the mark of his love

Lay hands on me brother, I’m falling away
Years spent by the alter in search of that faith

How do I beat this? How do I know?
The voice of the prophets, they say: Son, just come home
But it’s been so long now (I’m drowning in these waters)
Since I’ve felt your guiding hand (when it pulls me under)
This burden pulling me into some hell (while I’m staring at the sun)
I guess that this is the price of a life lived for no one but myself

So take me home wherever that is
It seems I don’t know anymore
I can’t control this anxious fear that
I’ll somehow end up all alone
Alone, alone

So take me home wherever that is
It seems I don’t know anymore
I can’t control this anxious fear that
I’ll somehow end up all alone
I know there’s something to be said
Of all this noise inside my head
Alone, alone