Inside Ourselves de Bride

Flowers on my grave, Jesus saves
That's the bitter taste of blackness
Eyes closed tight, pitch of night
Starring into the face of blindness
If I'm possessed, if I confess
Kneeling, feeling the earth beneath
Stumbling, mumbling it ends at the cross
Undistinguished words make me complete

We only live inside ourselves
Until someone takes us out of here

You got to stand for something
You've got to stop the suffering

Gazing, raising, instinctively up
Warmth to wrap the coldness
Draining, straining, all in me waning
To muster the faith of boldness
Teaching, reaching, outward and on
To touch what lays before me
Coping, hoping to find a recall
Never disappointed in what I see