The End Of Self lyrics

Tired hands weakling boy righteous man with the same dream Welcome death a will to live a faithful heart 'till the end of self And so, we meet again on the same ground this tour, it's fitting you blessed when you should curse and you prayed so that you might, you might catch a cannonball you came to all my shows and your face shone this day, this day... we celebrate your life So what's the word today? will you teach me this prayer language? He gives, He takes away but for your sake today, today... i wish you would protest Can you say, "now morning, start" can you see the start of time? did you see them laugh and cry? can you make it satisfy?