I’ve lost so many wars
Betrayed every cause worth fighting for
But no defeat was so complete
As the one inside of me
The mistakes are all mine
Every stain on the fabric of time
Every break in the chain of existence
Every act in need of repentance.
I’ve broken hearts like bones
But none shattered so nice as my own
Like that was per design
Right along perforated fault lines, fault lines
The mistakes are all mine
Every stain on the fabric of time
Every break in the chain of existence
Every act in need of repentance.
But if I’d only made one
That would have been enough
Can a man make himself from transgression
Like drifts of snow pile into snowmen
Or will he just melt in the end
Once the warmth of illumination hits him, hits him
The mistakes are all mine
Every stain on the fabric of time
Every break in the chain of existence
Every act in need of repentance.
Why’s a man forced to make himself at all?
Like whips drive slaves up pyramid walls
Only to be pillaged in the end
And eroded into ruin.
The mistakes are all mine
Every stain on the fabric of time
Every break in the chain of existence
Every act in need of repentance.
But if I’d only made one
That would have been enough
I only made just one
That was enough