Don't worry or fret,
what you hear is temporary.
Soon you'll be free.
Your prayers are so shallow,
greedy and dull, you never will learn.
The price you pay for a painless fall.
And still I hope to see you well,
and soon you'll make the same mistakes again.
Don't worry or fret,
the wolves have been caged so far away.
We tame their eyes and burn the remains.
I'll tend to your open wounds,
exposing your flesh, revealing your veins.
Your face in pain is so perfect and strange.
And still I hope to see you well,
and soon you'll make the same mistakes again.