The light is stopped by the tree line And I am chained to the ground I see the horns in the tall grass They still fo-llow me a-round Mis-takes like frac-tures Hi-ding un-der-neath the skin Mis-takes like frac-tures Bu-ried un-der-neath the weight of sin I will a-tone For the things I've done here And God on-ly knows That it's all stuck in my head God fell si-lent When I cried out I cry out I cry out for an end-ing An es-cape that is o-ver due Faced with the fi-nal judge-ment No hand to pull me through Mis-takes like frac-tures Hi-ding un-der-neath the skin Mis-takes like frac-tures Bu-ried un-der all my sin I fol-lowed the rab-bit And I found my fu-cking en-ding I see the horns They fol-low me down God fell silent When I cried out