The Snow In My Hand
My Dying Bride
I've seen them
So dark
Black
And yet fine
The flower they carry had once been mine
Get away from me, man of stories
Robe of lies
Stay far from me
I lie to myself (it's not hurting)
I need help, but not from you or your father
No!
Jesus Christ
Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in God's death
No!
I can't bear all this pain
I had watched the snow all day
Falling
It never lets up
All day falling
I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?"