I'm walking in your shoes, for just a mile or two 
My heels are raw and torn, but I will dig them in for you 
I feel the pain you've known, and the seeds of hate 
you've sown 
They're scattered on the ground, and I can barely step 
around 

Insanity and pain, the things you will not name 
Growing in the fields, spinning with the 
Wheels and wind of time and whimsy 
Your excuses and your flimsy lies 

I'm running out of faith 
I'm tired of saving face 
And where the hell is grace 
In this forsaken place 

I'm picking through the weeds, and I'm falling to my 
knees 
And this is where I leave your shoes and step away from 
these 

Insanity and pain, who will take the 
Blame beyond your will and whimsy 
No excuses, no more flimsy lies 

I'm running out of faith 
I'm tired of saving face 
And where the hell is grace 
In this forsaken place