Wiseblood - Zola Jesus

This’ll be my last hope

That this dream will carry me through

But history is a long rope

And truth can’t make it mute

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?

And this’ll be my one remorse

That extremes kept me abused

But mystery is a long recourse

And time can’t make it new

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?

In these pardoned days, I am losing all my senses

In this timeless daze, I can barely see through

In this crowded space, I am losing all my senses

In this drowned out phase, I can barely see through

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?

If it doesn’t make you wiser

Doesn’t make you stronger

Doesn’t make you live a little bit

What are you doing?