Testo di Tetelestai

Oh, how I long to see the end of every ending To breathe before my last and begin beginning Would you catch the wind with your arm Or lift my oceans with a heave All hell sound your sirens Hold your breath for three words conceived: It is finished Walking down the streets I watch you turn your face from me They ripped the skin from my back dissecting eternity You clothed me in darkness given A rose but wearing the thorns instead My last breath I watch God hang his robes over the sun To hide a child becoming corruption Clean hands Eternity nailed to a tree how tired you must have been Clean hands From a garden to misery bearing the weight of men Yet you raise yourself higher to take your last breath Demons pause with terror I am blood enough to never run dry still you despise me Sinking the spear in my side when you hung beside me on that day Cursing at the wind will not stop the message I send Bear witness once and for all It is finished Would you catch the wind with your arm Or lift my oceans with a heave All hell sound your sirens Hold your breath for three words conceived