Which is God and which is man?
One is sea and one is sand,
One awaits and one compels,
One creates, one shatters shells,
but they both like to be quiet,
yes they both like to be quiet,
so very quiet I might sink.
And in silence there is
power,
And in concrete there is
power,
And in blackness there is
power,
So much more than I can stand.
And in speechlessness
I deafen,
pry my ears away from
heaven,
pry them both, 'cause I'm so tired,
pry my eyes, for I surrender,
As I only see remains,
As I only see remains.
Pry my heart
and see it beating,
step on it
and see it bleeding,
crushed and calloused
from the rope
around the veins,
the throbs of shard,
as I confused the wine with heart,
I could not tell them apart,
for what is mould
and what is art?
Let me tell you,
they're the same!
Life in death and life in shame,
they are both black and decayed,
As I only see remains,
As I only see remains.