This is the hour in which we are given Siphoning sands hold us into submission What shall we foster through our affliction What is the purpose of universal attrition Would I prideful to think that I have the answers To believe I don't deserve to suffer A mortal wailing in frustration at the face of the Eternal We cry out There is beauty in torment Sharers of suffering Community in correlation Sharers of sustenance The holes in your hands Illustrate design When those holes exist in mine We plead for purpose As we chase the wind So keep us weeping Lest we forget Lovers of Earth Sowing our seeds Quenching our thirst Pleading for purpose Comfortably groaning Trivial end We cry out under this load of oppression There is beauty in torment Sharers of suffering Community in correlation Sharers of sustenance The holes in your hands Illustrate design When those holes exist in mine We plead for purpose As we chase the wind So keep us weeping Lest we forget