The stars will dwarf me
And the winds will scatter me
And the earth will have me at last
I weep upon my own grave
(will) cry for grief
(will) cry for love
I will cry from guilt
And so I must ask the unanswerable
Why?
And I must ask the unanswerable
It's in the hand that heals
It's in the hand that blesses
It's in the hand that k**s
It's in the hand that seeks redemption
By gently stroking the bruises of it's fury's crimes
This is the search for a god
This is the horror of mortality
This is the shadow of d**h tormenting me
This is the yearning for more
The yearning for more than this
I yearn
I yearn
I yearn