I climb to the higher ground 
to see what's behind the sun 
step on the hands made out of clay 
the hands of stained mortals 

all there is and all you'll have 
bless the one who cannot cry 
there is no night 
there is no sunlight 
until you refuse to die 

I'd let you sleep now 
but I don't know how 
I'd let you grieve now 
but I don't know how 

I chant the songs of madness 
to be the chosen one 
still all these bleeding wounds 
cannot be cured by sadness 

all there is and all you'll have 
bless the one who cannot cry 
there is no night 
there is no sunlight 
until you refuse to die 

I'd let you sleep now 
but I don't know how 
I'd let you grieve now 
but I don't know how