I am a moment slowly dying Soon I will only cross your mind from time to time I’ll be the pattern in your ceiling cracks As you resist another glass of wine I am a solitary sentence I share not poetry or prose and everybody knows I have no marvelous inflection Just random letters grouped in lines and rows.
Now I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones, love I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones
Now as the walls around us crumble Watch all the idiots and hypocrites rebel You are two dashes and a number And all of your complaining couldn’t save you from yourselves
Now I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones While you’re prayin to the ghost in your blood to save your soul Here I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones, love I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones
Luckily I’m not alone there’s many here around me In ever fist there is a stone that’s set to cast Once upon a time I was lost and nothin found me You better know that when I go I’m goin fast
Now I’m waiting for the lord up above to guide me home While you’re prayin to the ghost in your blood to save your souls Here I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones, love I’m waiting for the lord up above to Grind My Bones