The Path lyrics
by Quiet Hollers
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me
Help me rise above the bullsh*t
Bombast, white noise
The lies and the distortion
The hate in my brother’s eyes
And don’t tell me that it’s all written plain
Inside that glorious stained glass house of worship
Where your stone-throwing saints
Can file complaints in pious contortion
My little lamb, my black sheep
Tell me why is it that you weep?
Not for the sick or the poor-- that is plain
Punk-ass white boy
I see you writhing in pain
Trying to steel your brain against a memory
The one that plays in the background
Of every faithless prayer you send me
When you call my name in despair
But you don’t dare defend me
Show me the path
Show me the light
If what I saw that night
Was only in my mind
Why give me free will to see signs
If not the wrong ones from the right?
Your little lamb, unbaptized
Doesn’t want to be canonized
So why have you made him to suffer this way?
And don’t tell me in your mysterious ways
When the works and days of my hands are empty
And joined together in prayer
For every breath of air you send me
Come on
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me