Belle's Palsy

My arms shake, I can't feel my legs
 My skin flakes most every day
 Leaves a mess of a man
 In a sea full of sin
 The storm is coming in
 I open my mouth and find little voice
 I was meant to love you, I don't have much choice
 But I will sing this song and I'll sing it with joy
 The storm is coming in
 So I hold my breast
 Imagining
 The tenor and the bass singing
 We'll beat our breast and sing our song
 And whip ourselves to the candlelight
 And this song is to my enemy
 This song is for my priest
 And this song is for my eagerness
 In my ill prepared feast
 And like this rain
 I move it along
 Remembered only through my pathetic song
 But the wind it howls and the mobs that roar
 The storm is coming in
 I collect your name in a masons jar
 Places on my shelf and handled with care
 But sometimes the thunder shakes them close to the edge
 And the storm is coming in
 So it's broken glass on a hardwood floor
 Once was here, now no more
 It seems
 So I take the glass and stab the throat
 So I can hit the holy note from my hymns
 And this song is for the prophet
 This song is for the poor
 And this song is for the holy men
 Who abuse our sacred words
 And I'll get down on my knees
 Hallelujah
 I cry out your name
 So I hold my arms
 Imagining the tenor and the bass singing
 And we beat our breast and sing our songs
 And whip ourselves tot he candlelight
 And this song is to my enemy
 And this song is for my priest
 And this song is for my eagerness
 An ill prepared feast
 And I'll get down on my knees
 Hallelujah
 I cry out your name
 And I thank you
 And I love you
 But I must make you understand
 I have become less than a man
 And the storm is coming in