Brisbane Hotel Sutra

verse 1 On the crooked road that took me north And brought me home again From the pit of writhing serpents Out to the lion's den Where the labyrinth is lightless And the faithless wander crazed Let the light rise from the darkness Let his name be praised verse 2 From the sunrise of my childhood To its premature demise From my mother's best intentions To my stepdad's seething eyes From the hidden self-inflicted wounds That flowered in later days To the folly of their learning Let his name be praised verse 3 In the holes the worms have eaten Through all once-treasured things From the wet mouth of the vulture To the red tips of his wings In the dazed eyes of the penitent Emerging from the maze In his wordless explanations Let his name be praised