Once again I leave my grave

Dirt and daisies hit the pave

No sooner than I have turned

I hear the devil cooking up a new storm



My world ends on a regular basis

Yeah, I fed quick and lonesome places

But no sooner that I am dead

I feel the ravens tugging at my hair



Oh Hark

Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side?

And all those that God has sinned with hope in his stride



And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows

Oh, they couldn't hold a candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too, oh Hark



Once again I leave my grave

And dirt and daisies hit the pave

But no sooner than I am dead

I feel the ravens tugging at my hair



Once again I leave my grave

Like a bird out of its cage

No sooner that I have won

I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun

Plotting against the sun, plotting against the sun



Oh Hark

Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side?

And all those that God has sinned with hope in his stride



And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows

Oh, they couldn't hold a candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too, oh Hark



Oh Hark

Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky?

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side?

And all those that God has sinned with hope in his stride



And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows

Oh, they couldn't hold a candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too, oh Hark, oh Hark

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