Father, tear out seeds of doubt
Deeply sown in my bones by Adam

There are days I feel like a puppet
My soul strapped in a straight jacket
Please don't leave me so
Mercy on my soul

When I was eight, called your name
Demons break, you're the same, I have changed

There are days you feel like a habit
Even days I dare to forget it
Oh please don't leave me so
Mercy on my soul

Because in the end I see Lady Liberty crying
Back to a bloodshot moon dying
Thirsty tongues catching her tears from falling
People on the ground wailing, broken, sirens

Oh please don't leave us so!
Mercy on our souls
Would you mercy on our souls?
Oh please don't leave us so
Mercy on our souls!