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Mercy, Severity Lyrics - The End Of All Things To Come - Mudvayne

We've come here from so far away 

I can save you if you leave it all behind 

This suffering's been far too long 

Would you take a trip with me on the back of a star? 

I feel like earths gravity is just here to pull us down 

 

Mother of creation wait 

Embrace the souls of a lost world carry them away 

Darkness, negative, receptive 

Pour firmament between our waters, separate the space 

 

Mother of destruction wait 

With a belt of skulls, strap me down and sent the ship away 

Progress with the process 

Mine the souls from their casts, pour form and reshape 

 

This dark womb wraps and covets me 

Redefining, understanding if you open up the heart 

Nurturing this phenomenon 

We can carry you on our wings, our wings through the dark 

 

Lightning flashes from inside 

Into the mirth of a dark sky 

Pain of division is nothing 

Joy of disolution is everything 

 

Mother of creation wait 

Embrace the souls of a lost world carry them away 

Darkness, negative, receptive 

Pour firmament between our waters, separate the space 

 

Mother of destruction wait 

With a belt of skulls, strap me down and sent the ship away 

Progress with the process 

Mine the souls from their casts, pour form and reshape 

 

Portal sits deep within the eye 

The eye of yins severity, redefines understanding 

Portal sits deep within the eye 

The eye of yins severity, redefines understanding 

 

Blackness, consumes 

Body comforts core of nothing 

Blackness, consumes 

Body comforts core of nothing 

 

Mother, I can remember 

A vault of security 

Won't you take me away? 

Would you take me away? 

Won't you take me away? Away 

 

Mother of creation wait 

Embrace the souls of a lost world carry them away 

Darkness, negative, receptive 

Pour firmament between our waters, separate the space 

 

Mother of destruction wait 

With a belt of skulls, strap me down and sent the ship away 

Progress with the process 

Mine the souls from their casts, pour form and reshape 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group

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