Lyrics

ten thousand glimmering, like coals in our chest, ball bearings drawn, to the magnetic breath, of ten thousand weeping, with wings on their tears, amidst then thousand voices, for then thousand years, for ten thousand graves yawning, unlocked and unlatched, now ten thousand holes with rocks, on their backs, ten thousand tombs gaping wide, singing the praises, of ten thousand bodies, unlaced and unlaid, as the ten thousand highways, unfold their doors, for the ten thousand, standing on the nineveh's shores, where the blood, of a husband silences wars, for the girl who, rises to meet him, and she sings, world i've overcome you, world i've overcome you, world i've overcome, by my song, and the blood of a son, ten thousand rivers, run red like my veins, where the bones of men, hum like a rattling cage, for sinew to ling to, and wind to remain, in ten thousand lungs, for ten thousand days, breathing like a choir, of holes in the ground, where the cynical have lain, where the cynical go down, save the gravity of time, let's go of her drowned, like ten thousand sparrows, unlocked and unwound, as the ten thousand highways, unfold their doors, for the ten thousand standing on, nineveh's shores, where the blood, of a husband silences wars, for the girl who, rises to meet them, and she sings, world i've overcome you, world i've overcome you, world i've overcome, by my song, and the blood of a son, she sings, world i've overcome you, world i've overcome you, world i've overcome, by my song, and the blood of a son

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Artist: mcmillan, john mark