The rise and fall of your anticipation Wondering is there oxygen when the world is on your chest
You buried your sunshine in eternal eclipse
But I will make it burn again
Just like the black hole exists to steal all away
You can project all your
pain on to me (Matthew 11: 28)
I'll wipe the blood from your lips and the tears from your face (Psalm 147: 3)
You can project all your pain on to me
The life and death of all your aspirations Wondering is there meaning in the hell that you've been dealt
You buried the key to your heart in the darkest part of space
But I will open it again
Just like the black hole exists to steal all away
You can project all your
pain on to me (Matthew 11: 28)
I'll wipe the blood from your lips and the tears from your face (Psalm 147: 3)
You can project all your pain on to me
These stripes on my back speak
love for you (Isaiah 53: 5)
These black holes in my hands exist to steal away every sin of the world (Isaiah 53: 6; John 1: 29;
2 Corinthians 5: 21; 1 John 3: 5)
Just like the black hole exists to steal all away, I'll steal you away (John 14: 3)
Just like the black hole exists to steal all away
You can project all your
pain on to me (Matthew 11: 28)
I'll wipe the blood from your lips and the tears from your face (Psalm 147: 3)
You can project all your pain on to me