Neurotically Wired Lyrics

God, I pray for you, quite the task at hand.
Dear God, I wait for you, child to a man.
God, do you hear cries of kindred souls?
Dear God, the broken man reaps what he has sown.
Pray for me, I am not alone.
Dear God, exorcise strangers from my home.

So cold the winter of discontent,
a lifetime to remember.
Life seems so animated,
neurons firing round after round.
How illogical, stillness makes my skin crawl,
but where I run isn't anywhere at all.

I can't let them take me down!
Will her sickness break her crown?
Why in the name of God would they hold her down?
I can't let them put me six feet under!

One-eyed Pollyanna left out in the rain,
a stitch in time will mend her fine
and on the shelf again.
Scarecrow and the tin man dancing in her dreams,
come the dawn a bitter pill
keeps her there, it seems.

Shelter me my asylum, shelter me,
incarnation of the dead memories.
Masterful liar, a reflection,
we are flawed, flawed to perfection.

In the eyes of a child cut so deep
she'll never, ever love again.
His addiction left her bleeding
in the eyes of a child locked away.
In a heart-shaped box, it holds a secret,
she hears it breathing.

In the end, thy kingdom come,
in the end, thy will be done.
"This, and nothing more" quoth the raven.
In the end, thy kingdom come,
in the end, thy will be done.
Here forevermore, this and nothing more.

Rise higher, open your eyes, child:
all of God's graces, you were born to be here.
Just as you are, child, neurotically wired,
rivers of tears won't wash the strand away.
Rise higher, open your eyes, child:
all of God's graces you were born to be.
Will I always see through the eyes,
see through the eyes of a child?

Cross-eyed Mary, quite contraire,
how does your garden grow?
Seeds of sorrow yield tomorrow,
harvesting the fruit you bestow.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
walls of shame built brick by brick.
Sitting in his angry chair,
fear became a means to his end.

In the eyes of a child cut so deep
she'll never love again,
his addiction left her bleeding.
In the eyes of a child, buried in a heart-shaped box,
it holds her secret, she hears it breathing.

Down on her knees, dying God on a cross of gold,
no deliverance, tears are seething.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
tried, but they could not put Pollyanna together again.

Rise higher, open your eyes, child:
all of God's graces, you were meant to be here.
More than you are, child, neurotically wired,
rivers of tears won't wash the strand away.
Rise higher, open your heart wide,
all of your demons will finally fade away.
Will I always see through the eyes of a child?

Why do we remember the cold November rain?
A stitch in time would save us nine
and on our feet again.
Scarecrow and the Tin Man, much like you and I,
a broken heart, you've lost your mind,
you become what you deny.

Shelter me, my asylum, shelter me,
incarnation of the dead memories.
Masterful liar, my reflection,
we are flawed, flawed to perfection...