Wiseblood
Zola Jesus
This'll be my last hope
That this dream will carry me through
But history is a long rope
And truth can't make it mute
If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?
And this'll be my one remorse
That extremes kept me abused
But mystery is a long recourse
And time can't make it new
If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?
If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?
In these pardoned days, I am losing all my senses
In this timeless daze, I can barely see through
In this crowded space, I am losing all my senses
In this drowned out phase, I can barely see through
If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?
If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?
