let the dead bury their own dead
will you still love me in famine
as when love began at the harvest
or would you gain the whole world
son, I love you at your darkest
but what good is the whole world
when I promise no tomorrow
I only promise your tomorrows
will never take you past my palm
love, what is love without trust
at my word would you bring your isaac
son, I loved you at your darkest