Holyname

I have no emotion I have no devotion It's empty motion Oceans of notions intent on ego promotion No elation, no devistation Supplication seems a foreign creation Barren and beaten and broken and bruised is the briar-ridden thorn-land of my heart my cries are lies from conceitful eyes I won't simmer in this complacency I won't settle for this false me I'll cry it out: Holyname. Holyname