时间：2015-04-27
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Poor Isaac - The Airborne Toxic Event
Oh and God just leave that Abraham alone
He wants a son he wants a son
Everybody wants a home
Though I'm not quite sure
If poor Isaac would agree
My God he said what did I do
To make you want to watch me bleed
And I feel sick tonight
I feel just like
The dancing flame of a funeral light
And I'm not sure if I want you to save me
And I'd be less uptight
If I knew the sight
Of blood was just a weakness
And not the whole reason that you made me
'Cause sometimes I think it is
Oh and God just go and leave me all alone
I'm not your son I'm not your son
Everybody dies alone
Was this world just not quite hard enough for you
I guess like anyone you've got
Your own scores to settle too
And I'm so pissed tonight
I feel just like
The last remaining Canaanite
And I don't think that I will be returning
And if you want to see the irony
And the savage price of piety
There's a lot of us who are going to be burning
How does it feel
And the sorrow that I know
When I'm alone I can't express
All these darling angels singing in my ear
And the comfort of their touch
It cuts right through this emptiness
And it's everything I want
And everything I fear
Well I don't fear God
And that child was my friend
I spent a long time with his curse
I can feel him trembling beneath his plea
I don't know if there's a water
All I know is there's a thirst
And it might be for the best
But I'm not quite sure if Isaac would agree
