| We’ll take it back to the source
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| Back to the heart of the problem
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| Cut back the stem and dig it up from the roots
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| Black blood, runs deep
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| Through the earth past the mountains
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| And down to the sea
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| I won’t wait for these ties to bind me
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| To finish the noose
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| I’ll carry on, I’ll cut lose
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| And bury the parts of me that
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| I left behind when I lost you
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| Its clear to see that this is going too fast
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| Going too fast maybe
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| I should slow this down but I don’t know how
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| And now I feel like a freight train get out of my way
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| Cause I’m coming of the tracks so move before it’s too late
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| Time moves in mysterious ways
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| But I’ve finally found the words
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| So I’ll put them in a melody
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| We will bend and we’ll break
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| But I’d rather let it burn me than bury me
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| We will bend and we’ll break
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| I’d rather that than admit this is happening
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| Oh it’s clear to see
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| I just can’t believe this is happening
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| Digging dirt on my hands and knees
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| As I search for salvation in the midst of this tragedy
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| But now I’m just like winter
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| Barren and cold with no love for the sun light
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| Isolated… and the silence is deafening
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| Will I leave myself here to wither away
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| And in the darkest of nights
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| I’ll pay with my bones to settle the tithe
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| Oh, we are more than just flesh and bone
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| We are more than just skin and soul
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| Hear my words in the ebb and flow
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| «Dear god, I’ll be my own reckoning»
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| Was it so easy to run?
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| I feel the sadness surround me
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| And I’ve only myself to blame
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| I wish the exit, was easier to find
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| It’s not the end, it’s the journey we take |