作曲 : Dies
Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding
Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting
And still your cradle with no effort sways
Where this monochromatic record is played
And I’ll purse my lips to blow kisses, goodbye
So easy if you never ask yourself, why
My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh
Shall we say an appendage has finally died?
Or is it easier to go on with a smile
With flattering ease and talk for a while
Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor
And I can’t go on singing anymore
Oh, the tale you tell, oh the web that you've spun
And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done
Makes the anger, oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet
Makes the pity that you pour over your head, quite a treat
So go ahead and cry and go ahead and lie
Begin every sentence that you vomit with an 
IAnd then 
Jesus will forgive you but oh what can 
I doTo see if there’s enough forgiveness left for me?
But in all of 
Israel, Father did you see
Someone who seeks himself so perfectly?
The Pharisees would be content at sight of me
Snakes would wrap around me, we’d dance across the sea
To ridicule you there, spit upon your face
Unsheathe this wicked tongue and invite disgrace
Isn't that the goal that 
I've always pursued?
While I beg you, 
Lord to be used for you
Under a light in 
Bethlehem, 
I was sifting through the sand
Saline burned my eyes, 
I was looking for your hand
Gave up on myself and left my pride disarmed
I cried out, "I’m alone”, found myself in your armsRest in me, oh my love,I've loved you before the world beganRest in me, oh my loveYou'll never to wander too far to reach my handDid they not murder You? Did they not see You die?Hangin' on a tree as life had left your eyesDid we not torture You? Smiling as You diedOr is it that You killed death itself and now we're all alive?I won’t find you there, lyin' with yourselfSleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insectsI won’t look for you, prayin' to your ceilin'Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, put lipstick on your mirrorCry into your hands