Lyrics The Airborne Toxic Event - 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

Cause 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 just 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 remaining 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