Poor Isaac

Poor Isaac
Oh and God just leave that Abraham alone
He wants a son, he wants a son
Everybody wants a home
Though I'm not quite sure if poor Isaac would agree
My God, he said "What did I do
To make you wanna watch me bleed?"
And I feel sick tonight, I feel just like
The dancing flame on a funeral light
And I'm not sure if I want you to save me
And I'd be less uptight if I knew the sight
Of blood was just a weakness
And not the whole reason that you made me

But sometimes I think it is...
Oh and God just go and leave me all alone
I'm not your son, I'm not your son
Everybody dies alone
Was this world not quite hard enough for you?
I guess like anyone, you've got
Your own scores to settle too
And I'm so pissed tonight, I feel just like
The last remainin' Canaanite
And I don't think that I will be returning
And if you wanna see the irony
And the savage price of piety
There's a lot of us who are going to be burning
How does it feel?
And the sorrow that I know
When I'm alone, I can't express
All these darling angels singing in my ear
And the comfort of their touch
It cuts right through this emptiness
And it's everything I want and everything I fear
But I don't fear God

That child was my friend
I spent a long time with his curse
I can feel him trembling beneath his plea
I don't know if there is water
All I know is there's this thirst
And it might be for the best
Though I'm not quite sure if Isaac would agree