Bless me father for I have sinnednnow open the door and let me innI've already felt too much down herenhands in the dark are always nearnnWake up cold and start to weepnuntil I watch my children as they sleepnwish we could all just disappearnhands in the dark are always nearnnSt. Peter came home and kissed his wifenbut now the apostles filled with strifenwatching the little boys go bynlike the loaves and fishes....multipliednnBishop said son let it lay...nand forgive what happened yesterdaynmade me feel like a mutineernbut those hands in the dark are always nearnnMy mother stared when she got the wordnI told her but she never heardnshe said boy just what did you do?nthen I told her he got my brother toonnTwo time bombs primed to explodentwo hearts that beat just to corrodenchildhood's have been commandeerednby hands in the dark always nearnnNow the smell of incense makes me sicknwanna tear the church down brick by bricknfor my soul is what I fearnhands in the dark are always nearnnBless me father for I have sinnednnow open the door and let me innI've already felt too much down herenhands in the dark are always near