There are no secrets in this city of angels, only stories sold concealing fears,
They sent me out of their board room, they know I was trouble,
Found the man, said, “Run, do not walk if you breakdown.”
From my window I watch the children play in the street, but it feels like December in this August heat,
I remember a…
I remember a time when these veins were thirsting with a prayer of penetration and a heart near bursting,
I embraced this transcendent lie of no hope, and collapsed on myself like a human black hole.
Don’t ask me to sing like a caged pet canary when I’m burning for freedom, not just sanctuary.
Somebody…
Somebody roll away the stone,
Yeah, yeah,
Somebody roll away the stone.
I had a vision last night,
The old man died in a broken shack,
While many miles away, here in L.A.,
I only felt the warm sun on my back as I lay in the suite they were known to provide,
I felt a long dark shroud lowering down inside me,
Then I opened up my window, uncovered my eyes,
And I let out a scream from behind this disguise,
And the warm sun burned hot, my wounds were cauterized,
And it burned away scars the mask that could never hide,
Let the wind and the rain blow these four walls to hell,
Someone hold me come morning.
Somebody…
Somebody roll away the stone,
Help me, hold me, help me,
Somebody roll away the stone,
Yeah, yeah.
There are no secrets in this city of angels, only stories told revealing fears.
I am David, I would murder the innocent to have what I desired,
I am Peter, who would drown out of faith when he walked upon the water,
Black as coal, yet made white as snow by the red, red blood,
The red, red blood,
There are no secrets, there are no secrets.
