If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means im broken and lame
If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame
A million candles burning
For the help that never came
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idol claim
They're lining up to prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggle with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission