Текст (слова) песни: Thrice - (that) Hideous Strength

 
Oh, that I could scream 
And the world would stop and listen 
And these scars could speak in volumes 
But who has ears to hear 
Or eyes to see 
Again I scream 
But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence 
Like in nightmares when ghosts steal your breath. 
I pray that power be not in my words 
But in truth that supercedes the mind of man 
And our dead hope, and our blind faith in means that look to justify the ends. 
I feel a presence in the room 
I feel cold fingers close around my neck. 
With out you I am lost. 
Let mine eyes not fail with looking upward.
 

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