These are lyrics, more than inspired by "Penitent" -- I've had the same sentiment as Suzanne on her song for a long, long time.  And although I don't know exactly whose weight she feels she's under, mine, I'm coming to understand, is my own mind -- my "superego".  But I strongly believe in a God that is actually a lot of fun, who, while I've always attributed my superego to him (or her), he is actually rooting for me to give up the guilt crap and have a good time (a healthy, good time).

I have taken apart this life for you.

What else would you have me do?

I don't see where we're going with this.

Could we try something new?

But days turn into days,

and every path, every way

leads to more of the same.

Why do you hate me so?

Did I blaspheme before your altar?

Why do I have to pay and pay

if only once I faltered?

And days turn into days,

every path, every way

leads to more of the same.

And outside in winter,

the snow holds me down

til I start to acknowledge the cold

And a feeling so deep,

beyond my belief

begins to rise to the surface,

from days ancient,

through the layers of my self-hatred.

Why did I think this oppressor was you,

when all you had was love?

As I wait out the pain,

as the days slip away,

the clouds offer signs from above.

And day will follow day

as you have asked them to,

and I will come and sup

inside the temple raised to you.

Marc