At Least I Should

Pain sings me a song

Of what went wrong

And it's stuck in my head

Time, from what I assumed

Healed every wound

But some get hidden instead

And I know that it works out

All for the good, all for the good

And I know there's no need for doubt

Or at least I should, at least I should

Words, fetch me my truth

The cold absolute

Under warmer expression

Grace, take up your claim

On all that remains

After every confession

And I know that it works out

All for the good, all for the good

And I know there's no need for doubt

Or at least I should, at least I should

The stars still seem to fade behind the one that made them

But I keep trying to set my shutter for their illumination

Because I seem to have put other things in higher consideration

The exposure of the subjects that I keep trying to frame in

Only to feel those scattered moments of internal desolation

When waking up from the constant desensitization

But you'd think I would have realized then that all my privilege should have caved in

The grounds that I would have to sing any lamentations

But I'd say that I've seen enough to at least join the conversation

And every single one of us has caught the same contagion

This self-inflicted sickness of a total deprivation

In a world in constant salvage for it's own restoration

So then I started keeping tallies of the things that could be taken

And whoever disturbs it must have evil intentions

Of a father withholding good gifts from his children

But quote unquote "good" is only as good as its definition

And semantics can only get you so far of a distance

Until we've looked down and we've found the actual beliefs in our possession

Cause the whole "works out for the good" thing must bear some resemblance

To when all that I know and all that I should finally answer the same question

And I know that it works out

All for the good, all for the good