Do you feel this?
Or is the hate too absolute?
Call it blind justice
Like a church filling with bones
Here the earth is gray and torn
Will you love through unbelief?
Cursed by the brand of sin, is hell my home?
Fall into your hands
You'll find me floating from the dirt
Flowers filling my head
I am the ember in your mouth
Flaming hollow language
Can you hear me?
Or does the hate rot deep in your bones? (Get up!)
Tie the rope, drop in
Has the faith betrayed the love?
Are we bound for dying out?
Will you love me all the same?
Falling into your hands, there's no love lost
Fall into your hands
You'll find me floating from the dirt
Flowers filling my head
I am the ember in your mouth
Flaming hollow language
Flowers filling my head
I am the ember in your mouth
Burning holes in your tongue
