DCC Testo

My mother buried her heart in the smallest grave
And mourned the loss of the smallest life of which we could have saved
As we began to lower you
I felt my heart break in two
And your soul fly away

My young mind thought that penitence
Could save you in that ambulance.
What's to say that could ever explain
Exactly what I'm feeling anyway?
Oh, home is a heart attack on this road
Where holes from all of the flak make way
For the rigmarole
I'm shameful of the damages
And guilty of the pestilence that has swallowed me whole

My young mind thought that penitence
Could save you in that ambulance.
What's to say that could ever explain
Exactly what I'm feeling anyway?

(we die alone)
I'd give you my heart if not my lungs
(buried in stone)
I'd give you the oxygen in my blood
(as we rest) And as we lay you to rest
I carry you within me as a consequence

I bite the hand that feeds me And lick the wound that bleeds
It's the kind of contradiction that gives me reprieve
I loathe my own stagnation
But perpetuate it still
My own self destruction mocks the life chance did steal
My guilt is always mounting
Though I know not what I do
But I now face the consequence of every repeal
Oh, my dear beloved
We've gathered here today
To mourn the loss and mortal cost
That made me this way

My young mind thought that penitence
Could save you in that ambulance.
What's to say that could ever explain
Exactly what I'm feeling anyway?

Say what could ever explain
exactly what I'm feeling anyway.