Testo The Well (Redux)

Mother, tell me a story or sing me a song
It's a sacred sort of disorder how these sisters came along
Of flocks, of fools, and dozens of men
Who fell through their thrones into the abyss of again
The kings of earth, crippled with crowns
And the cursed criminal who turned it upside down

So we shout: "Hold us together, tear me apart" May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
"Hold us together even if it tears me apart"
May our blood be spilled for the life of this world

"Do you feel whole?"
Will you see my face?

You are, you are
I'm not, but you are
I'm not, but you are
Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
Dead to conceive life that tells our stories

"Hold us together, tear me apart"
May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear "Hold us together even if it tears me apart"
May our blood be spilled for the life of this world