Here I stand

High strung and alone

In the court of your Lord's most forgotten son

Tell me witness, what's the difference between addiction to truth and conviction?



The difference must lie in the actions

Spread across a person's life

Did it prove to be obsession?

Compelled to condemn what they don't agree with

Endlessly driven toward the "right"

A creeping sickness afflicting the others' lives



With proclamations of derision and disgrace

Instead of offering an alternate way

You shot us in the foot before we'd even begun to race!

Conviction stands as a guiding rudder

Through this world's turbulence, storms, and thunder

The helm turns according the movements of our hearts

(This vessel dives and darts)



See conviction wells up inside, an imprint from above

Seeks to reject injustice and not to judge

Works to fix the things that are broken

Walks in humble regard to their fellow man

And never forgets that the greatest law is Love



The difference must lie in the actions

(Was it out of Love or hate?)

Did it prove to be obsession?

(Looking at the walls you've made)



When I fell down there was no regret

Just that lack of laughter, plus my newfound debt

Be it freedom or a shortened spine,

Us broken heathens have learned to lie to ourselves