Shell-shocked from fright, I stay up half the night,
Don't you ever feel the curse in the heartbeat of your universe'
And I had a hand, my friend, in ushering darkness in,
Now I wish that even more I...I could show it to the door/

And, Father, why do I feel like a casualty'
Father, why do I feel like a casualty'

I hear one day you will level the cynic's rage,
Ever prayer that's ever been prayed will surely not be turned away,
And no tears shed for dying or dead won't be wiped away,
Justice locked up for weak and poor will soon come breaking down the door.

And, Father, why do I feel like a casualty'
Father, why do I feel like a casualty'

I try to do what I should, but it doesn't do any good, does it'

I'm at the bitter end of rope, of all my might-have-beens,
And I could be swinging from it or, maybe, then again I could use it wisely, climb out of this pit of snakes,
I could use it wisely to pull up the veil that hides your face.

Father, why do I feel like a casualty'
Father, why do I feel like a casualty'
Father, why do I feel like a casualty, casualty'
Father, why do I feel'