Lyrics
The bones of man
The brittle remnants of cosmic torment
That once made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward groping back to his God
And yet now, he knew better
Leaning forward, hands awash
Hands clasped on smoldering sage and thyme
You would give them everything
You would give them anything
On bent knees, crawling back to God
On bent knees, crawling back
On bent knees, crawling back to God
On bent knees, crawling back
As the twig is bent
The bough is shaped
One is many and many are one
The blood of Abel cries out from the ground
On bent knees, crawling back to God
On your bent knees, crawling back
On bent knees, crawling back to God
