RIDDLE 

I had a hell of a time making these memories of mine fit like a fiddle into just another riddle of mine 
I had a cross that I bore, I have these memories of war but I no longer find a mind to solve these riddles no more  
I had a hell of a mind, they said they’d bet on a dime I was the same, and if I changed, it was unseen to the eye 
And how offended was I with every cut of the tie that I could break from it free and nobody’d see it 

But I would die before I ever got conned to try to find invisibility in the sky 
I find that trying to find a Greater Than I in life is sick and paralyzing in time  

But there you go again, though you are better than that, though who am I to tell you why your love is built on a stack 
Of flat out lies that masquerade as some divinity fact, though by the time that you get wise there will be no turning back 
It doesn’t hurt me like it did when I was young and alone, but only in that I’m accustomed to it now that I’m grown 
If anything it carries calm like in the crux of a storm. I hear the laughter in the track where you just want to go home 

To where the heart is, and where the beauty and serenity all started
And who can help this? They dangle bait before the wrangled up and helpless
I more than watched them; I was in love with every part and then part of them
But who is helpless? Or are you too caught up in the history to help this?