The Grave

The waves are beyond you The place that wounds The grave does not own your noose The silent they cry Across the sea for you and me The violent they die by way of fear again All the pain; real and vane Beyond The suffering, the reach of all of the suffering Beyond The waves are beyond you The place that wounds The grave does not own your noose All the novelty has brought me to my knees Beyond; I want out The waves are beyond you; the place that wounds The grave does not own your noose All the novelty has brought me to my knees Beyond; I want out