How to get used to the idea
Opening your hands to bleed
How to make yourself forget
You have the marks of the past
On our lips, the world has written
Its words of fear and its cries
Its own end is here
How to make us forget
J ' n I don't even have the strength to listen anymore
How to shut up about the idea
Of the bitter taste left behind
On our lips, the world has written
Its words of fear and its cries
Its own end is here
How can I forgive
To Our Father who left
On our lips
These wounds that bind us
His words of fear and his cries
His own end is here
The world has written
The world, the world, the world