Texty: Thrice. Identity Crisis. As the Ruin Falls.

Only now that you have taught me
But how late my lack
I see the chasm
And everything you are was making

My heart into a bridge
By which I might get back
From exile and grow man
And now the bridge is breaking

For this I bless you as the ruin falls, falls, falls
As the ruin falls, falls, falls
As the ruin falls

Go

As the ruin falls
For this I bless you as the ruin falls

The pain you bring
Far greater than all other gain