The Greater Hands Of Lesser Sons Lyrics

Letter To The Exiles The Greater Hands Of Lesser Sons

With the devil at my back,
giving lies in the form of dreams. Unfinished.
With a heart unfinished, a body undone.
Never hearing a voice or the sound of moving steps.
Living life like a sickness,
I let the cancer increase.
This is how the venom works.
'You are so broken' that's what you said to me.
This is restless sleep.
These are prophets' dreams.
So when I wake what will I see,
the image of a madman before me or some holy presence?
Make us calm! Amongst us: a remnant of what was.
I hear the fall in the sound of walking away
with the devil at my back giving lies in the form of
dreams.
This is the recollection of what I used to be,
but as it stands this is who I am.
All my wanderings to no avail, risen now, not called to
mourn.
The sight arrested, suspended in my mind, the image of a
madman before me.
Where there is nothing Spirit now create!