I am a moment slowly dying Soon I will only cross your mind from time to time I'll be the patterns in your seething cracks As you resist another glass of wine I am a solitary sentence I shed on poetry and prose everybody knows I have no marvelous inflection Just random letters grouped in lines and rows And here I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones Love, I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones Now as the walls around us crumble Watch all the idiots and hypocrites rebel You are two dashes and a number And all of your complaining couldn't save you from yourselves And here I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones While you're praying to the ghost in your blood To save your souls And here I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones Love, I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones Luckily I'm not alone There's many here around me In every fist there is a stone that's set to cast Once upon a time Oh I was lost and nothing found me You better know that when I go I'm going fast I'm waiting for the Lord up above To guide me home While you're praying to the ghost in your blood To save your soul And here I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones Love, I'm waiting for the Lord up above To grind my bones