The Blind Leaving The Blind: Fourth Movement

I'm coming back my friends From the deep and bitter end Where I was so concerned That we would be the ones who burned The more scared the safer The more grateful for the grape juice And the wafer I sound done And I feel done But I'm not done Unless he'd give up on a lost son I need to hear him say You and your friends can come in Your thoughts and that girl can come in Your parents and brothers are here I let them in Who told you I wouldn't let you all in You are my children Heaven shine through the stars The city lights and the nearest bar Where I'll be with my friends Hiding from the bitter end The armor and the weapons Were a strange way to show them my affection I sound done And I feel done But I'm not done