There’s so much noise, at the wave of my hand
It doesn’t matter what I say, I gotta get away
Banished to the sand, left without a voice
See in 40 days, I’m barred for being swayed
To my father’s house,
Past the locked door,
Where I don’t know anymore
No, I just don’t know anymore
So many people run, to huddle in bloody robes
Knowing not anything, but, to hear the angle sing
I’ve walked so many muddy roads, I don’t care who’s won
I’ve got nothing left to bring, I’m waiting on the wings
To Soar over the clouds,
My ears above the restless roar,
That I don’t know anymore,
No, I just don’t anymore
Where is the ceiling, of so many floors,
Its not in a thousand bending boards,
Why has the feeling, of our souls begun to pour
Its not revealing in the angles reward
That I just don’t know anymore
Now while I am kneeling, before closed doors,
Outside the bounds unwound, by ten thousand clanging swords,
To hear those reeling, ready to explore
What’s worth believing, isn’t something you can afford
How much I don’t know anymore
No, No, I can’t just know anymore
What has become of me, or is it you
The end of truth, at the bottom of a noose
Hung up on what to do, not to see
Ruthlessly the toll at the booth
where I don’t know what’s due anymore
For us so many that its for
Why we don’t know anymore
I just don’t know anymore