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.