I don't know what it is that I believe in
But it involves misery and keeping still
Of a silence so intense and hard to find
Of a place that's gone of a hate that's kind

So throw me into the waves of love
Grant me the pleasures that God made up
Don't try to sell me a universal truth
I'm all given up on listening to you

So silence is a liberation
As the layers of light have now disappeared
Language a virus without reason
Just skeletons hiding from the rain

So throw me into the waves of love
Grant me the pleasures that God made up
Don't try to sell me a universal truth
I'm all given up on listening to you

So throw me into the arms of love
Grant me the pleasures that God gave up
Don't try and sell me a universal truth
I'm all given up on listening to you

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Writer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Nick Jones, Sean Moore