every knee will bow

i'm running, chasing you trying to flag you down with a message so pure so true that it blinds you makes you scream
at me hate me turn from me and throw away your life to a mass of little children stuffing themselves with chemicals and blowing themselves up in a world that
doesn't see, doesn't care, doesn't belong to the light that can cure, so pure it swallows me up and i hate it, hate being on the outside, hate having no one understand me and then
i remember. you did this too, walked in my shoes, and you'll do it again when the great Amen trumpets from the skies and the world surprised opens its eyes wakes from its slumber forced to face the light
and bow.