This World Is a Tomb

Slaving for my solace of mind,
Digging in the sand until there's blood on my hands.
Careless to the state I'm in.
I've so long been alone.
I've so long been alone.
I can't go on.

Rain down,rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.

Forging insight by pagan torchlight,
In cadence warlike.
We draw tears from the sky,
Because the well's run dry.

I've spread out my seed
It's gone in all directions.
It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
And heaven has been swallowed by the desert.
In a drought without submission,
Not a cloud in the sky.
This course keeps getting harder,
The more I try.
I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry.
As they open their eyes to see the world's decay.
This world's a tomb.
There's a clamor in my heart
And it's over.
Where is my prize, my promised prize?

Rain down,rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.
Rain down,rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.
Rain down,rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.