All Of My Prophets

All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
 so it's no wonder that i've been the victim of,
 all of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
 so it's no wonder that i've been the victim of
 a wavering faith
 a wavering faith,
 call me weak if you like
 my body gets tired
 of it's internal driver
 relentless unsatisfied and wired
 look at were you're coming from
 all she's been through and all you've done
 stop beating on the ones you love
 i am the instrument you've all awaited
 humble i've been humiliated
 i've seen things you'll never see
 i know what you want to be
 so listen if answers you seek
 turn your eyes inside out
 come to expect all you've doubted
 everything's laid out for you,
 nothing need be told you
 you will know the truth