The Eighth Day -

Mourn the death you celebrate

Love the ones you used to hate

Place of sorrow, guide our hand

Murdering the innocent

Break down to me

If all is wasted endlessly

Your loss and gain

Your smiles and pain

Among with all that will remain

Won’t be long don’t be afraid

To feel is just a passing state

Break down to me

If all is wasted endlessly

Your loss and gain

Your smiles and pain

Among with all that will remain

Throw your stones

Your sins all known

I’ll take back that what I gave

Don’t mind possessions that they save

(And)Until then in little waves

Deliver me the food I crave

Regardless of what they say

Don’t just let us drift away

Loneliness our smiles of gray

Our solitude on the eighth day

Break down to me

If all is wasted endlessly

Your loss and gain

Your smiles and pain

Among with all that will remain

Nothing I’m afraid…