Higher Ground

I climb to the higher ground

to see what's behind the sun

step on the hands made out of clay

the hands of stained mortalsall there is and all you'll have

bless the one who cannot cry

there is no night

there is no sunlight

until you refuse to dieI'd let you sleep now

but I don't know how

I'd let you grieve now

but I don't know howI chant the songs of madness

to be the chosen one

still all these bleeding wounds

cannot be cured by sadnessall there is and all you'll have

bless the one who cannot cry

there is no night

there is no sunlight

until you refuse to dieI'd let you sleep now

but I don't know how

I'd let you grieve now

but I don't know how

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