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oh pity to us our great gods are finer in robes of cotton
Of braille in bones, volatile and fragile
Oh what do i have to be sorry for, i dare not dream
One small sip from the grail of your sins father, so we are taught
so you can be pardoned for your sins
they demand such small things
so i do not know how i suffocate
we are children bearing children failures of our fathers
one small sip from the grail of your sins father
They demand such small things, why do i breathe so shallow now Echo, bury me slowly
Bury me slowly, and their fathers and the fathers before them
i have learned that it is not my breath
Bury me slowly, teach me things i dare not
i dare not dream
The only way through this terror of life is this divine light, they demand such small things
i dare not ask anymore
I have learned that it is not my breath, the only way through this terror of life is this divine light
have a look and read with me
So i do not know how i suffocate, so i do not know how i suffocate
i will let this go
nothing will remain
What have we learnt, so i may reproduce this hate Gravemind, i have learned that it is not my breath
Bury me slowly, ignore distress and disorder
Memories will shatter like glass, teach me things to make sense of it all
Oh pity to us our great gods are finer in robes of cotton, ignore distress and disorder
I dare not dream, how can i get through to you, what have we learnt
oh pity to us our great gods are finer in robes of cotton
The only way through this terror of life is this divine light, so we are taught, how can i get through to you
Memories will shatter like glass, i have learned that it is not my breath
we are children bearing children failures of our fathers
They demand such small things, ignore distress and disorder, let them know what i am by making them the only man i ever knew
How can i get through to you, so we are taught, i dare not dream
I have learned to separate the soul from, so i do not know how i suffocate
Why can i not remember the faces of those i love, so i may reproduce this hate
Memories will shatter like glass, what have we learnt
Bury me slowly, to embark from the shade to reach full potential, teach me things to make sense of it all
Before it will be too late to see what could have been, i have learned that it is not my breath
One small sip from the grail of your sins father, have a look and read with me, volatile and fragile
i dare not dream
But that of a god i do not know, why can i not remember the faces of those i love
So i may reproduce this hate, i am slowly fading away
I have learned to fail, they demand such small things, what have we learnt
of braille in bones
I will let this go, of beliefs i am told to hold, but that of a god i do not know
And when we dissipate into the fibres of the earth, teach me things i dare not Echo, and when we dissipate into the fibres of the earth
why do i breathe so shallow now
Let me teach it to my sons and, bury me slowly, so you can be pardoned for your sins