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
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