Don’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I don’t need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!
Ker
Ran out of hands to count the sin that breeds inside of me
Not this hate but the loneliness has left me here into this mess of love
And my hands are soaking in the blood of angels
On broken wings they collapsed
Dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell
All these lost halos wash away
Rhanas
So open your eyes child,
Let’s be on our way.
Broken windows and ashes
Are guiding the way.
Keep quiet no longer,
We’ll sing through the day,
Of the lives that we’ve lost,
And the lives we’ve reclaimed.
Grish
Ker
Rhanas