O
OwenHeidenreich
Guest
What is it like dying in a world without eyes?
It can't even see us yet we revere its faceless grace
Why attempt to this place
thats like being strapped to a bed spoonfed a cake without taste
washing the feet of idols that do not walk
He stands at the door and knocks
hands full of rocks that used to be towers
otherwise we would open the door and we wouldnt be cowards
Approach the throne with confidence his love is power
you are the will of God
the hour has come
time to see
"dine with me"
he cries to me
no trears from his face!
because we finally see
Real life will be
dying
in a world
that claims to see
not a single stone will be left on top of another
let the dead bury their own dead
It can't even see us yet we revere its faceless grace
Why attempt to this place
thats like being strapped to a bed spoonfed a cake without taste
washing the feet of idols that do not walk
He stands at the door and knocks
hands full of rocks that used to be towers
otherwise we would open the door and we wouldnt be cowards
Approach the throne with confidence his love is power
you are the will of God
the hour has come
time to see
"dine with me"
he cries to me
no trears from his face!
because we finally see
Real life will be
dying
in a world
that claims to see
not a single stone will be left on top of another
let the dead bury their own dead