Penance Fire Blues

And I see papers and papers*
Stacked up in formation
Which mean much before
They're line-ing the fire
As a bottomless heat goes
To harness your anger
Your blood and
Your deepest desire
Because there's no truth stolen
That's been ever brought forward
From the minds of the writers
Looking face down on the gutter
'Cause this world's full of thinkers
And suffragette speakers
who deny that they ever wear a dress
Oh this god forsaken town's in a mess
And all the truths been let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used
But now you don't belong you
Whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet
Oh let me run
Lord, let me run,
So let me run
Lord, let me run
But as the morning awakens
That light sends a shudder
The twist of hope that helps you down
Is left to rest and stir
You back down a hallway
To flourish the darkness
And you fool yourself
You did it all for her
And him, and her
But I've seen your face before
Rich boy playing poor
Ravaging the whores
Ignoring constant calls
Now you don't belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet