Samson in Sackcloth

I cannot be God

I cannot save my soul

I forget myselves

I lose control

Abuna and Shakinnah

My future and my past

They seem to dissappear

I no longer hear their wisdom

ringing in my ear

I'm a son trapped in a tardis

Please come and get me out

I hope my Hope will hear me

And respond prompt to my shout

I cry and feel abandoned

This world my cross to bear

Eli ! Eli ! ... I'm the Sun

But they've cut away my hair

My eyes poked out by Mercury

My wrists tied tight by Mars

And Venus laughs and mocks me

While Marduk tattoos scars

I'm covered in a fog of shame

I need Atman to call my name

Otherwise I'll be no more

But a worm to squirm beneath the floor