The Well Redux

Mother, tell me a story or sing me a song
 It's a sacred sort of disorder how these sisters came along
 Of flocks of fools and dozens of men
 Who fell through their thrones into the abyss of again
 The kings of earth, crippled with crowns
 And the cursed criminal who turned it upside down
 So we shout: "Hold us together, tear me apart"
 May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
 "Hold us together even if it tears me apart"
 May our blood be spilled for the life of this world
 "Do you feel whole?"
 Will you see my face?
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 You are, you are, you are, you are
 I'm not, but you are
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 I'm not, but you are
 Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
 Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
 "Hold us together, tear me apart"
 May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
 "Hold us together even if it tears me apart"
 May our blood be spilled for the life of this world