Can He sometimes feel crazy as well?
Reading the transcripts of the hearts and the minds,
What self-reflections He finds
In the darkest corners of hell?
Beauty and grace outside and within -
What was the point of their creation?
Maybe He came to a realization -
Beauty is one more reason for sin.
He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?
Maybe He also seeks definitions?
Does he understand His own mission?
What does He see in the abyss of sky?
Does he sometimes wishes to die?
Why did He give us the trees and the grass?
Can he feel lonesome, just like us?
Maybe he feels perfectly pleased?
Maybe he talks to himself in his sleep?
He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling?
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?
I really crave, really crave some sensation
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
I really crave, really crave some sensations
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
So I could find in this cold empty darkness
My own flaws, my own humanness.
He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling?
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?
Reading the transcripts of the hearts and the minds,
What self-reflections He finds
In the darkest corners of hell?
Beauty and grace outside and within -
What was the point of their creation?
Maybe He came to a realization -
Beauty is one more reason for sin.
He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?
Maybe He also seeks definitions?
Does he understand His own mission?
What does He see in the abyss of sky?
Does he sometimes wishes to die?
Why did He give us the trees and the grass?
Can he feel lonesome, just like us?
Maybe he feels perfectly pleased?
Maybe he talks to himself in his sleep?
He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling?
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?
I really crave, really crave some sensation
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
I really crave, really crave some sensations
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
So I could find in this cold empty darkness
My own flaws, my own humanness.
He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling?
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?
