108 - Holyname

I have no emotion
I have no devotion
It's empty motion
Oceans of notions intent on ego promotion
No elation, no devistation
Supplication seems a foreign creation
Barren and beaten and broken and bruised is the
briar-ridden
thorn-land of my heart
my cries are lies from conceitful eyes
I won't simmer in this complacency
I won't settle for this false me
I'll cry it out:
Holyname.
Holyname