Let Death Come

Let Death come
On silver tongues and bloodied fingers
Stained by tribulation
And scarred by faith

Let the blind lead the blind
Through forests of fire and ash
Burned by our suffering
And left to dry in the summer heat

A tear in the fabric of time
Sewn together by nimble hands of bone
Stitches woven with the grief of a thousand men
And sewn shut with the pain of a thousand words

If there is no-one to blame, and no cause to fight for
Can you be justified in calling yourself a martyr?
Trying to fight the feeling of spreading calm
But it’s easier to pretend that nothing went wrong

Tear my eyes out, because I don’t want to see
Sew my mouth shut, because I don’t want to scream
I’d rather not know…
So just let me be

Let Death come
On Silver tongues and bloodied fingers
Stained by tribulation
And scarred by faith