She finds him by the fire...
His clothes have got him dripping from his crimes.
He beckons her, "Sweet daughter..."

The voice that once avenged her younger life.

He's got the voice of a con,

The same one,
Who cut down the name of his God,
Who took on the robe of a judge,

Without a license to kill without cause,
He's not worth it,
He's not worth it,

He's not worth it.
Remember what he did that made you question all the words he said.


From the book, the same book,
That's reeling you home after so many years of silence.


And the daughter watches father...
As he sleeps and dreams she brings them back to life.
Cuz she knows he can't go farther,

And he'll never wake to see his daughter cry.

Don't lose control when you're alone.

To go back, to this time, and rewrite your thought.
Because you're about to choose what's to come,
So ironic, it's ironic, it's ironic that you're contemplating murder while

I'm educating you with mercy.
You say you've won, you say you've won,
The means to believe, but don't change who you are,

Because who you are is who I made you to discover Me.

The steal marries the skin.

No, it's not worth it, it's not worth it.
Put it down, oh God it's dying.
You didn't have to fall, it's your fault.

It's your fault, you lose control.
And now you long to go back and rewrite your thought.
But I won't let you slip away.

Not this time, not this time.
This time you're gonna learn what it means to save the very person
That you denied, that you denied,

The means to believe,
I'll keep feeding you the poof that you need.
So put your fire out or spread it to all you doubts.


And now he can't go farther,
Because he'll never wait to see his daughter cry.