Hysterical Strength

Hey it's your blood

That makes my veins run

It's true, so I tried to give it back to you

Young one, look at me

It's not your beast to leash

Oh don't hold more than you can stand to carry

Must of been the case

Hysterical strength

To stand up while the room moved off its axis

Old man look at me

Through the teeth of your grief

Oh don't grab more than you can stand to carry

Cause you went off to see no one else could see

And left more than we could stand to bury