From the grave, I sing
The grave used to call me every night Sweet whispers and promises of relief When the world was a silly horizontal line Monochrome, a floating corpse in the sea
Inside my soul's own marble coffin So small, tight and claustrophobic There I was, not even blushing a hopeless zombie, I think I need a coffee
One day, light broke into my rotten heart Set me apart as the waters flew Washing it all like a flood in a film CGI, special effects, reality renewed
Life! Oh, life — what are you? You burning scars of deadly love, fast as an arrow Sharp like a sword! I guess love has to cost everything to be worth something
To be worthy of giving away my fear On a silver plate, like it was absolutely nothing To handle my illusions, identities, plans, hate My lies, you came down and just crushed it
Now I lay down in the grave of my bed a little sleep is a little death, time to rest Time to rise again with the sun, the wheel spun All is the same, all is waiting under the firmament
But before my eyes are fully closed, I see The throne shines brighter than ever The voice of many waters calls me Home! I remember why I was born
I remember the blood and the thorns And I sing in tears for I have become salt Lost drops of holy rivers swallow me I'm dissolving in the vaults of heaven
There ain't no grave that will keep me quiet As the trumpet breaks the dimensions of time While some rise, the grave swallows every too-proud soul that refused the manifested in flesh Love
And the eternal chord sings...
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