Can you show me what it's like to be alive?

My lord knows that I've been sinking
The sanctuary's skin has finally been lifted
The symphony has grown silent with distaste
From the grime it's sound produces and it's elegance in waste
I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians of naught
The sight my innards seek to dispatch is the very reason I am wrong
Call upon the almighty one for He is the only one who saves
Call upon the almighty one, protector of the graves
All you've said is now forsaken
What you've come to believe is forsaken
As the wretches of this pit of heart cry we will all know what is indeed
Forsaken

Restless in a mess of contagion strains and mismatched thought,
Lay the silent eyes of black heart nights eternally searching for missing parts
The tunnels lights are dim without fractions of time to think for second thoughts
Sink or rise there is no swim
You live, you rise, you drink, you die
The sky emerged with the black of dusk and the scent of angels left us dust
With aromas filled of conspired trust,
As he could turn away from God
The words unspoken fill syringes with not blood but black eclipses
Of our hearts not sanctified
And in the image of our faith denied,
Beseech of the Lord and beg for sight

Can you show me what it's like to be alive?

Tear it from the chest all the conflicting inflictions while it settles in the head, parasitic-like thoughts

This flawless design can never be duplicated
When the cycles of the earth fold the world infinite with signs
Let the truth be the prey of the faith-stricken cold
And when the core is warmed up ask for the path from the lord

Can you show me what it's like to be alive?

As we she'd the pretense and the dawn has stained itself a place in mind,
The search is unending until we finally find

Our creator
Our sustainer
In whom we always seek refuge
Our Guardian

Can you show me what it's like to be alive?