"Back From The Grave" lyrics

"Back From The Grave"

Set free at last from the grip of decay
Rise from the ash like a flower
Wrap up my soul as I'm drifting away
Farther with each passing hour

Back from the dead on the last day of May
Wide eyed and dripping with wonder
Tired and I'm wired, I turn in my grave
I rattle the crust that I'm under

And I can see you, I've tasted your well
I feel you right now, having lived through your hell
I long for your mercy, I tell you no lies
I roll and I tumble and I fall through your skies

I'm out of the woods now, I've cleared up my gaze
Straighten my suit and I've washed off my face
So what of madness and of staggering rows
When you look out for love, as above, so below

And I can see you, I've tasted your well
I feel you right now, having lived through your hell
I long for your mercy, I tell you no lies
I roll and I tumble and I fall through your skies

And I can see you, I've tasted your well
I feel you right now, having lived through your hell
I long for your mercy, I tell you no lies
I roll and I tumble and I fall through your skies


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