Lord leave your messages at my door
I'll get to them when I can take no more
When I need a break from the hate to see the light
Lord leave your messages on the voice machine
I'll listen to them right after I scream
And take in the light from the window pane
I'm losing faith every day
It gets worse and worse until it's all the same
When you point at who's to blame
Lord leave your messages in written form
I'll read them after I leave all this scorn
Behind me how I need to know how to let it be
Lord leave your response where it can be see
Let these people feel your wrath of love I mean
Don't take them for the fools they are please set us free
I'm losing faith every day
It gets worse and worse until it's all the same
When you point at who's to blame
When you point at who's to blame