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Fingers reaching

Grasping at nothing

Feeling the scarred walls of stone coffins

Bearing the wounds of

Stitching shattered nails

Above me a bell doth toll

Is it rescue or funeral?

Every hope, deceit

Yet I continue believing...

Chorus I:

That there is a way out from this pit these aching hands have dug

That all our endeavors end in more than ruin

So I cry, will I see the light ever again?

For this well is too deep to tread in these cold waters

Cascading in haste, I dread the undertow

Fingers reaching

Grasping at nothing

Feeling the blank walls of stone coffins

Bearing the wounds of

Stitching shattered my eyes shut

Concealing the path unto salvation

Condemned by their calloused palms

Revealing...

Chorus II:

There is no way out from this pit these achings hands have dug

That all our endeavors end in only ruin

So I cry, will I see the light ever again?

For this well is too deep to tread in these cold waters

Cascading in haste, I dread the undertow

Then there shone the light upon my tomb

Every pulse arrested by agonizing silence

A deafening doldrum for my body

Dragged and drowned by the undertow

Fingers conceding

Grasping at nothing

Feeling exhaustion over taketh my life

Let the current pull me below

To endless depths

Hidden

From all the stars.