1. MOURN

Hotel room of doom
I can't find a clue
Confusion broken hearted woe
Sheets and pillows soaked
My telephone seems broken
I'm calling crucified

Black listed no reply
Be my eyes
Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home (your) adopted son doth mourn

Adopted son doth mourn
Sermon served in praised
In a sacred empty space
Pit no ones sorrow against your own
Seven days in vain

The last three spent in enflamed
I stand crucified
As they're strickened blind
Be my eyes
Stole my sight

But not my heart
Missing the lone state home
My blood runs cold I mourn
Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home (your) adopted son doth mourn