Из альбома: Realise You're Dead
What a perfect web you weave
Placed to cloud my eyes
I wipe away awkward silences with longing words
In the end there will be words crashing and knees bowing
Now numb the consequences and repent
Scream with the sound of a thousand nails being driven through your palms
Oh Lord, behold my imperfections
I long to see the day when I kneel before you with a servants heart
Humilty recieves what truth preclaims
In the end there will be words crashing and knees bowing
In the end there will be words crashing and knees bowing
Oh Lord, behold my imperfections
Sustain my heart
Grant me the heart of a servant
Sustain my heart