Nun but the Lost

歌詞

Nun but the lost shall find their way To neither forest neither valley neither darkness nor day Shall the wretched be confined when the swinging Daggers prophesize Still they grind, grind, grind, grind Through the rust and the rubble and the rubbish and the rind And in the chime, chime, chime, chime chime Of the flesh falling from the face of filth and flies They cry a little louder, a little longer With twisted timbre, like sleepy songbirds "No don't take us, don't forsake us We'll've paid our debts when we're up in 'heaven' Place inside your pockets the pulp of pride All candy-coated, crystal-covered, cracked and caramelized For when the toll the bell must take One does make and eat his cake then too See sight through the sockets of sunken eyes In retrospective view selective few are colorblind But in the hour of despair when all is seemingly unfair They cry Still they grind, grind, grind, grind Through the trust and the trouble and the toil of The times and in their prime, prime, prime, prime, prime It is pitiful the people who prevail and preside But cry a little louder, a little longer With twisted timber, like sleepy songbirds No don' t stop there, don't resign Just cry a little louder, a little longer... None but the lost shall find their way And in the dust and the drilling and the digging for the day There is an edge that's silver-lined And it casts beams of light that shine and shine