Lyric The Snow in My Hands

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I ve seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine.
The flower they carry had once been mine.
Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies.
Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it s not
hurting). I need help, but not from you or
your father. No! Jesus Christ. Who s my
saviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can t
bear all this pain. I had watched the snow
all day. Falling. It never lets up. All day
falling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud,
"So this is life?".