Holy Sons

I can't walk these streets at night
Humility reveals and puts me right
I can't trust these eyes or reality's disguise
'til you put me in my place, put me up

This mind is not a microscope
Illusion is good// the same as hope
For stripping it away I'm thanking you today
I'm knowing more and hating myself before

I always thought that I was doing wrong
I wasn't ever doing anything wrong
In just that criminal roaming way
A curious laugh knew I'd never stay
Invite you down to come and hunt me out
but good luck seeing if I'm still around
'cause I'm not sure if my life did end
I'm so incredibly old my friend
I'm so incredibly old my friend