Testo di Creature

Light Found it in its shame Confused and all alone Hidden to its purpose I don't want to know You moved it first Before it knew a thing What could it be worse But a worm from the grave Grace Brought it to its knees How could it believe Conscious of these things What do I have to bring? I hate him until I don't I'm already lost in his arms I chose nothing like a boat Driven only by the storm Who am I that he is mindful? And who is he that he should care? Callous soul so sick and spiteful Loving lord paid my fare