Band: Philistine
Album: Black Hymnal
Song: Job

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cut off the arms
cut off the legs
cut off the head
get rid of the body
get rid of the body
heartache to heartache
heartache to heartache
job to job

dollar to dollar
heartache to heartache
heartache to heartache
heartache to heartache

body to body to body to body to body
to body to body to body to body to body

pus, poison, blood, shit
pus, poison, blood, shit

heartache to heartache

survival persists among
shattered limbs
while blind hope drives
torn minds and bodies
from rancorous pasts
to intangible futures

beckoned by ephemeral grace
we drag our crippled
and worn husks
towards unknown horizons
and implausable salvation

broken lives of men forming
an incongruous mosaic
of possible glories
and ruinous experience

a strident contrast between
scorched terra firma
cloaked in slate grey sky
and the warm red glow
of a glorious sun

day to day we bleed
and yearn to live