Sinners of Misunderstanding

They call it repressed

But the memory's gone

I swear, it's gone

Can't you see the struggle

Can't you see the fight

Can't you enter my body, my mind

I suppose you can't

Got me thinking it's all a trap

Got me thinking body-snatchers

Got you thinking of ironic ways

Got you thinking of my end

Never meant for it, no

Thought you'd read the words

Not twist them, no

So where do the sinners of misunderstanding go

Never an answer, just gridlocked throes

I've believed it for so long, still haven't seen the pros

Just ex-cons with teeth for wings

Black angels never wept like this before

No, black angels never wept like this before