I wish to be the potter, my hands feel made of clay
I long to be a poet, I have no words to say
This seed of life I carry - no spark of light within
I've seared away my conscience - blinded by my sin

Trapped within this velvet cage
a noose of silk restrains my rage

So I lay down and sigh, to sleep with the lie
Better bear this abuse, than to wake with the truth
All the nights I have wept, only my dreams are left
Trapped again I wonder why, I choose to sleep with the lie

My soul is chasing greatness, my slothful heart is weak
I crave all my depravity, not humble and not meek
Still I'm caught between - my folly and my goal
Myself wholly unclean - I cannot save my soul

Blindfold tied by my own hands
Iron burns my scarlet brand

So I lay down and sigh, to sleep with the lie
Better bear this abuse, than to wake with the truth
All the nights I have wept, only my dreams are left
Trapped again I wonder why, I choose to sleep with the lie