The rise and fall of your anticipation Wondering is there oxygen when the world is on your chest You buried your sunshine in eternal eclipse But I will make it burn again Just like the black hole exists to steal all away You can project all your Pain on to me (Matthew 11: 28) I'll wipe the blood from your lips and the tears from your face (Psalm 147: 3) You can project all your pain on to me The life and death of all your aspirations Wondering is there meaning in the hell that you've been dealt You buried the key to your heart in the darkest part of space But I will open it again Just like the black hole exists to steal all away You can project all your Pain on to me (Matthew 11: 28) I'll wipe the blood from your lips and the tears from your face (Psalm 147: 3) You can project all your pain on to me These stripes on my back speak Love for you (Isaiah 53: 5) These black holes in my hands exist to steal away every sin of the world (Isaiah 53: 6; John 1: 29; 2 Corinthians 5: 21; 1 John 3: 5) Just like the black hole exists to steal all away, I'll steal you away (John 14: 3) Just like the black hole exists to steal all away You can project all your Pain on to me (Matthew 11: 28) I'll wipe the blood from your lips and the tears from your face (Psalm 147: 3) You can project all your pain on to me