How many books of the dead are written by the living? Bleed he blood black as night? Then he needs no forgiving The Beast is barren but rears all she gets When I was a boy the angels drew patterns on my chest Palms are sweaty, knees are weak I hear the call of deep to deep My anger seems to much to keep My answer's looping on repeat On oceaned glass that empty seat Surrender's still the best defeat Amen It's all coming back to you Oh what a wonderful world, alone in space it shudders She got something I don't, love for myself and others If my silence made a fool of you, then just imagine what my words will do I hear the call of deep to deep My anger seems to much to keep My answer's looping on repeat On oceaned glass that empty seat Surrender's still the best defeat Amen It's all coming back to you