Lyrics

Mother, tell me a story or sing me a song
It's a sacred sort of disorder how these
Sisters came along of flocks of fools
And dozens of men who fell through their thrones
Into the abyss of again

The kings of earth, crippled with crowns
And the cursed criminal who turned it upside down
So we shout
"Hold us together. Tear me apart. "
May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
"Hold us together even if it tears me apart. "
May our blood be spilled for the life of this world

"Do you feel whole? " will you see my face?
You are. I'm not, but you are
Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
"Hold us together. Tear me apart. " may
Our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
"Hold us together even if it tears me apart. "
May our blood be spilled for the life of this world