dissolving into noise
going beyond
erased, overwritten memories
carries away, destroys the cosmic wind.
what's left, an impulse desire
reaches out (to you)
to the idea of beauty.
in the void of illusion
where the pain pierces
the beauty shines.
a pulsar
It's the same hands that rip the earth of rivers
And split the sky in two I'm reaching out for you
It's the same hands that cut the heavens open
The nails are coming through I'm reaching out for you
It's the same hands the hero sits in darkness stand up on the floor
I've seen your face before I've seen your face before
And here it is I'm reaching out for you
And split the sky in two I'm reaching out for you
It's the same hands that cut the heavens open
The nails are coming through I'm reaching out for you
It's the same hands the hero sits in darkness stand up on the floor
I've seen your face before I've seen your face before
And here it is I'm reaching out for you
Same Hands, Evangelist
the process
