Текст песни Cryptic Worship

Do you feel this? Or is the hate too absolute? Call it blind justice Like a church filling with bones Here the earth is gray and torn Will you love through unbelief? Cursed by the brand of sin, is hell my home? Fall into your hands You’ll find me floating from the dirt Flowers filling my head I am the ember in your mouth Flaming hollow language Can you hear me? Or does the hate rot deep in your bones? (Get up!) Tie the rope, drop in Has the faith betrayed the love? Are we bound for dying out? Will you love me all the same? Falling into your hands, there’s no love lost Fall into your hands You’ll find me floating from the dirt Flowers filling my head I am the ember in your mouth Flaming hollow language Flowers filling my head I am the ember in your mouth Burning holes in your tongue