This Old World's Not Gonna Change - Deadman

I sat looking at the dawn

O’er the gates of Babylon

A vision like no other I had seen

And it seemed almost obscene

To behold such a beautiful thing

The sky spread out her wings like seraphim

And beneath her was a plain

Of pestilence and pain

And I knew that this old world’s not going to change

I have drunk the wine of wrath

Cleared demons from my path

In order that I might find a solemn answer

But the methods that I sought

Were not worth the pain she wrought

And I knew I had to find my way out of here

Like the songs that David wrote

The words sticking in your throat

And you know that this old world’s not going to change

Were you injured?

Were you down?

Were there thorns embedded in your crown?

Was your sceptre made of blood?

Can you see all that you’ve done?

Were you wounded, wounded, wounded?

Did I let you down?

Were you asking yourself slowly

How the hell you were going to get out?

Through your pain, through your grief

Your muse is but a thief

Who brings with her a kiss that offers healing

And you learn to trust the ones

Who are with you when she’s gone

And you’re only lifted up these days by kneeling

And I can feel her now

Her lips burning on my brow

And she knew that this old world’s not going to change

I am just a troubadour

One who’s standing at your door

One who knows that this old world’s not going to change