Those dying then, they knew where they went
They went to God's right hand
That hand is gone now; God cannot be found
Makes behavior small
Deep cloud anger,
Sunset casual
I hate it or don't care at all
Everything is gone now
And I don't know how to talk
It's better to leave me alone
Put your hands on me, whisper you're so pretty
What does pretty mean?
Stone cold to the touch I don't want anyone
To tell me what they think
Deep cloud anger,
Sunset casual
I hate it or don't care at all
Everything is gone now
And I don't know how to talk
It's better to leave me alone
It's not as simple as a door with a handle
It's a brick, brick wall and it takes bloody knuckles
Oh, it's not as simple as a door with a handle
It's a brick, brick wall and it takes bloody knuckles
Oh, it's not as simple as a door
With a handle it's a brick, brick wall
And it takes bloody knuckles
Oh, it's not as simple as a door with a handle
It's a brick, brick wall.
To never know a truth that cannot be disproved
Leaves you with no illume at all