Oh to be wounded with the wound of the feeling few
I live inside my head and heart and so do you
My spirit breathes deep, and I cry out the same
This well runs down down low, and the waters are alive

Deep screams to deep screams to deep screams to deep

This is a gift of those tortured with eyes wide open
Many sleep, many sleep, but we, my friends, are the company that burn
I’m alive, and never consumed, I’m alive, and never to ashes, I’m alive and the flames
Lick up all that’s dead within, and makes me alive, makes me alive

Sons and daughters, bow before the king,
His crown is eternal, and on us He breathes.

Selah, the rest for the soul.

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