Higher Ground

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