Olam Ha-ba Lyrics

I need rest
In this place of kindred souls
Mine is yours and of no one else
Blue the flame, black the steel that warms the earth
Pass it by no one's there
An empty shell

Dragging the trail of mist
That has swallowed up the riverbank
Nothing to measure it all
And all the numbers I get are wrong
All the time

Network of their lives derailed
Tightening to shape the noose
Leaking walls, your fortress now
Context lost to newfound king

There the waters will sever us from this wound