Perfector

I'm still a young man
So I think very little of death
Who really does, till it's coming for them?
And I know with each breath I come one closer
But death is just a hook behind the door
Where I'll leave my dirty clothes

They may dump my body in the sea
Spread my ashes miles wide
It won't matter
All my parts will realign
They rush to find each other
When they hear their lover's cry
And death will be abandoned
When he comes back for his bride

Saints are never buried
They are seeds planted
Who bring about a greater harvest when
They burst forth from
The earth that needed their fruits
But it could never hope to make
Enough room for their roots

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh)
Death is swallowed up
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh)
It owns nothing in me
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh, death is swallowed up
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
It owns nothing in me

Oh, precious in the sight of the lord
Is the death of his faithful ones
Precious in the sight of the lord
Is the death of his faithful ones
Oh, death is swallowed up

Oh, it was always you, it was always you
Oh, it was always you, it was always you
Oh, it was always you, it was always you
Oh, it was always you, it was always you
Oh, it was always you, it was always you