i feel the sky's should look more grey

and it's getting hard to breathe

i can almost hear it all break

as hard as it wants to be

this city cries for a saviour

a little girl with eyes so bold

finding nothing and only hopeing for love

an old woman with a stare so cold

but who can hold all the anger

who can hold all the pain

tell me who has the strength and..

will hold back the rain

i hear the clocks strike no more

as the clouds pass over the skies

one tear for the wound.. and one tear for the scar

as she lowers her head tonight.. and tells no more lies

but who can hold all lust

who can hold all the lies

tell me who has the strength and..

will hold up the skies

who's hands can hold all this back

when i've been told even the hands of god would crack

and who's words can keep the skies from.. rumbling on

when even the words of god have..

been crumbling for so long

and now i'm breaking circles

and putting the past in dirt

i'm lost in the land of the damned

and no god's hands can take back the hurt

for who will hold back the rain...

who will hold back the pain...

who will hold in the lust and the lies...

who will hold up the skies...