man my mother sees my death in her dreamsnthough she whispers when she says it its like deafening screamsnscreamin lift me towards the heaven lord the lessons that i singnpleading please receive my brethren as the lessons that i seeknshe decrescendos trembling remembering me as a shortynlike so many warnings towards my glory on the other side of morningnlord dont let my brothers cry before theenor adore menthose that mourn me know theres more in storenim somehwere else recordinnstill she worries and feels a blurry visionnspillin warm weepni see the steam risin from her cheeks like angel feet formingnjesus reachin forth receives me gleaminnredeemed in scorched heatnbeneath the warring horse good mourningnlike angel feet stormingnwhere aint no sleep snoringnand hate dont keep formingnthis mortal ache can leave and make believe kings will be rewardednfather order takes his seat we peep us weeping like my mothernon the other side of this mourning stuck in reaping for my brothersnfeels like a fight against time without a second to wastenfeels like awaking to cold sweats with death's breath in my facenevery second i get is a second i get to set this record straightnwe're called to step this lake but breakncant hesitate and levitatenfeels like a race against my fate without a second to losena taste to second guess my faith without direction or proofnbut they cant take me till you take me lord perfection in younhellish recollecting upon your death bednnothing left except truthnnshe cries shes always there too late to save meni replynthat not a bird shall fall out the sky without his eyes appraisingnthe place it takes me when i say itnmakes me hate me when im fakingnmakes me gravely gratefulnthankful for this daynfor my baby, for my lady, for my brothers, for my father, for my motherngetting up from under my blundersnheavens cup that others discoveredncentered the sun conductin the thundernbetterered the eye stuck in the wondersnsaid it to i the medicine does worknsettin to rise restin from done worksnword to the wise edits my mothernset it to pride set it assundernset it to love get it unearthednso much is said in one wordnone sec one breath yet its unheardnone test one left caressin confessin one wordnconfessions one wordnnnfeels like a race against time without a second to wastenfeels like awaking to cold sweats with death's breath in my facenevery second i get is a second i get to set this record straightnwe're called to step this lake but breakncant hesitate and levitatenfeels like a race against my fate without a second to losena taste to second guess my faith without direction or proofnbut they cant take me till you take me lord perfection in younhellish recollecting upon your death bednnothing left except truth