from Turning Point

I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain
That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then
It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight
Like a beacon from my lifeboat late at night
As long as I was waiting
Under the empty sky out there,
I would feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare
I'd fear there's nothing to believe in, nothing that would care
And the fire of desperation,
That's my silent prayer
That's my silent prayer
That's my silent prayer
I want to smash the windows The congregation's asleep
I want to feel the wind blow and let the spirit free
I can't, I can't stand to sit there where their God is pocket-size
I want to feel what's real and will not compromise
This rage I blaze inside me
Into the empty sky out there,
When I feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare,
I fear there's nothing to believe in Nothing that would care
And the fire of desperation,
That's my silent prayer
That's my silent prayer
That's my silent prayer
She cuts 'til she's bleeding to scream out from her skin
And he tightens the tourniquet deep within
Friends fall so fast
We call it suicide
You just scream in silence over time
This pain you blaze inside you
Into the empty sky out there,
When you feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare,
You fear there's nothing you believe in Nothing that would care
And the fire of desperation,
That's your silent prayer
That's your silent prayer
That's your silent prayer
That's your silent prayer
That's your silent prayer

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