Through Silver In Blood - Neurosis

Miles from the surface And right outta rebels of war In a tense submarine Where the seams couldn't hold back the shore On a bed made of "what have you done?" Tone-deaf with a headache for one Back to the water below Alone, as I float like a stone Sinking to the bottom, lost but not forgotten Down to go again hard, swinging like a punch bag Waiting on you To pull me through Washing off the soft soaps, sleeping on a tightrope Everything I prove, got nothing left to use Want the truth? I need you To pull me through Far outta reach And a thread come-coming undone Prayed as I prayed Disarray's had its day in the sun On a bed made of "what have you done?" Tone-deaf with a headache for one Back to the water below Alone, as I float like a stone Sinking to the bottom, lost but not forgotten Down to go again hard, swinging like a punch bag Waiting on you To pull me through Washing off the soft soaps, sleeping on a tightrope Everything I prove, got nothing left to use Want the truth? I need you To pull me through So won't you pull me through? So won't you pull me Won't you pull me through? Through Through Won't you pull me Won't you pull me through? On a bed made of "what have you done?" Tone-deaf with a headache for one Back to the water below Alone, as I float like a stone

When you're 'high' If you could see what I see In your unfocused empty child-like eyes You'd see my father's blue stare And the horror Of the loss of language of an educated man He recited poems and Shakespeare, Knew the name of every tree in Latin Memory The unjust cruel sentencing of bewilderment And the dying of the brain. When you're 'high' What do you see His last words to me from surgery His last words: "Burning burning" "Burning burning" "Burning burning" I'm in the flame "Burning burning"

Mother deliver me I'm ready to be recieved Hold me mother to your breast Hold me mother through my death Into your arms Into your arms "Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now at the Hour of our Death"

I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will... (He's coming...) I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will (Can't you see he's coming?) I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will (With the touch of his cold hand...) I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will (He's coming for you...) The kidnapper comes from a space within Where thoughts have created the past again. The kidnapper comes from a space within Where thoughts have created the past again. I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will... (He's coming...) I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will (Can't you see he's coming?) I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will (With the touch of his cold hand...) I tell you, if God wants to take me, he will (He's coming for you...) The kidnapper comes from a space within Where thoughts have created the past again. The kidnapper comes from a space within Where thoughts have created the past again. The kidnapper comes from a space within Where thoughts have created the past again. The past again...