Graves 歌词

I’ve found beauty In the muddy water Answers don’t come quite as quickly as they once did I’ve found peace again With the word God But God’s not quite the same old man I met when I was ten I’ve been weeping lately Might be the most I’ve ever looked like you My mind is hateful, my hands are cruel From my mouth saltwater spews My throats an open grave But I’ve heard stories Of You, graves, resurrected men A history of bringing death to end So won’t You please speak and give us life again? Though things may not be Quite the same as they used to be I still find myself in that old story Loud and clear my actions speak And some words remain steady Like when my voice rings out above the crowd Kill him now, kill him now Kill him now, kill him now! Kill him now, just kill him now! My throat screams for the grave But I’ve heard stories Of You, Graves, resurrected men A history of bringing death to end So won’t you finally speak and spring up life again? Maybe it wasn’t the wrath of God? Maybe we’ve held on to ancient thoughts Surely if God is God, He will take the risk And claim us all as His children! Maybe it wasn’t the wrath of God? Maybe we’ve held on to ancient thoughts Surely if God is God, She will take the risk And claim us all as Her children!