Where do you find truth

Time oh sweet sweet time please let me be
From my path take the wrong part of me
Let the evil in my soul be left behind

Till I place my hand inside image lingers
Fingers in the holes, I will not believe
Wears doubting Thomas to the cross

Where does the feeling of guilt go
To be in a world of cold steel, I don’t know
Mary is crying at the proverbial cross

Silver spent to ease the pain of hungry
A broken link in the chain nobody is free
Does this mean one in twelve must rest in hell

Mind of a closing trap collapses around
Shallow hold on me looking back silence is the sound
We all cry a group that makes a single phase

Yet from the shades of hell
He does soul and body rise
Where is the lost of twelve