I climb to the higher ground
to see what's behind the sun
step on the hands made out of clay
the hands of stained
mortals
all there is and all you'll have
bless the one who cannot cry
there is no night
there is no sunlight
until you
refuse to die
I'd let you sleep now
but I don't know how
I'd let you grieve now
but I don't know how
I chant the
songs of madness
to be the chosen one
still all these bleeding wounds
cannot be cured by sadness
all there is and all
you'll have
bless the one who cannot cry
there is no night
there is no sunlight
until you refuse to die
I'd let you
sleep now
but I don't know how
I'd let you grieve now
but I don't know how
