Hidden Angel (feat. Roger Robinson, Penelope Trappes & Specimens) [Hackney Road Studio Session]

I am neither God Puppeteer Nor fate Note how bruised the clouds How blue the sky Strange, how all things gather to a moment Yet these moments make our lives The pain you feel in your body Will let you live But what of its impact? Your twisted body, your riddle being solved by yourself and those around you The ones looking on saying "thank God it's not me" The ambulance driver, the medic, your parents, your partner All will be changed in this moment You look back now and they'll be times you think back on this And wonder what's your purpose? And wonder why you, why now? There's something calling making sense of it A tone, a melody The blunt force will be nothing compared to how you should live Knowing death whispered at your shoulder I can save you, but I cannot change you That's why God has given man the gift of will My tracing paper visage has been assigned to you So you will live The darkness you're fading into is not your death Do not worry Everything falls into this moment But what life shall you live now? What grace is given? What slights forgotten? Will you still fear the world Now that you have been 100 breaths short of your death? I'm not going to lie to you You're going to hurt There will be discomfort There will be pain but don't let that be the rest of your life Don't let that be your life A flatline heart survived should not mean a flatline of spirit Do not grieve as if there's nothing left for you What now shall you embody? Make sure you love your new self now that the old one has died Now breathe, breathe, breathe and relax Breathe, breathe, breathe and relax You are alive You are living You shall live You shall be renewed You shall be new You shall be as you You shall be as you knew You shall be renewed