Bees 'n' Honey

I woke up today Sweat beading my face Dark night's sleep won't fade In truth I've got nowhere I can turn In whose hands does retribution lie Pain will not be patched by idle hands or softened breath Calling on a god that's deaf and blind to our complaints All this can attest to why we never know what's best Tension fully stretched, we come apart from the inside Perform the lines Disguise the heartache But in our veil, a hole begins to tear Composure gives way to shame and resentment blossoms into rage The truth is that we struggle alone These hands are where retribution lies Pain will not be patched by idle hands or softened breath Calling on a god that's deaf and blind to our complaints All this can attest to why we never know what's best Tension fully stretched, we come apart from the inside I hold my hand up to block the sun It dazzles blurred through my fingertips Like a torch held to my palm I can see the veins struggle at capacity Full of vigour still the soul dies Is there hope in heresy Full of vigour still the soul dies Is there hope in anything One bold moment in life, a fulcrum One bold moment rests on reflection Pain will not be patched by idle hands or softened breath Calling on a god that's deaf and blind to our complaints All this can attest to why we never know what's best Tension fully stretched, we come apart from the inside