In the cold stone walls
 
 House where the fleeting dead fall
 A mother
 Is crying 
 Outside
 
 In the darkest of hours
 Left with her perilous thoughts
 They circle
 To squeeze dry
 Her soul
 
 She said
 Lord, imma' lose my baby
 Lord, imma' lose my way
 But if
 Living means I'm dead here
 Come hurry
 And resurrect me
 
 Aaaaahhhh.....
 
 When the sun goes down
 Into another night's arms
 We're babies
 In a scavenger's glimpse
 Then a neon cross shines
 And shows us to tread on the line
 Of guilt trips
 While love grips
 The blind
 
 I said,
 Lord, imma' lose my head here
 Lord, imma' lose my way
 But if pushing means I'm stuck here
 Come hurry and resurrect me
 
 Imma' drop my head 
 Before I'm ready to stop 
 Imma' drop my head 
 Before I'm ready to stop 
 Imma' dig that grave 
 And fall in line for the drop
 Before I'm ready to stop
 If I'm ready or not
 
 Imma' drop my head 
 Before I'm ready to stop 
 Imma' drop my head 
 Before I'm ready to stop 
 Imma' ride my time 
 Before they throw out the clock
 Charge me blood by the hour
 And make me pay for the talk
 
 I said
 Lord imma' lose my head here
 Lord imma' lose my way
 Imma' dig that grave
 Imma' dig that grave
 Baby blow this scene
 Hang our hopes up to lean
 And die until the resurrection of the things we believe
 Imma' dig that grave