That Hideous Strength - Thrice

Oh, that I could scream

And the world would stop and listen

And these scars

These scars could speak in volume

«But who has ears to hear

Or eyes to see?»

again I scream

But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence

Like in nightmares when ghosts steal your breath

I pray that power be not in my words

But in truth that supersedes the mind of man

In our dead hope and our blind faith in means

That look to justify the ends, that look to justify the ends

I feel a presence in the room

I feel cold fingers close around my neck

Without you I am lost

Let my eyes not fail with looking upward

Let my eyes not fail with looking upward