The Nothing Part Two Songtext

And oh, such is the torment
Of the giving of your organs
When given willingly,
How merciless a hand can be on you
And oh the sour fear of defeat
Like wounded soldiers all still and slight
Lining like silk
all the roads to your marrow
And all the heaps of hurt
Well they've had it up to here with you and further
But when you feel it at your hip, every time how you wish that it was home

Singing
Lay me down, Lay me low
Let go your crown, Disarm me
Singing
Take me south, Take me home
Hold your own, and claim me

That we may ripely pine In the mammoth nothing of the night
Left to our own devices
And we'll know, know just what we want
We'll know
We'll know what we want.