Who will, penetrate the tightening muscle?
Who will, cut across the thickening skin?
Who will, Be the one to reach their hand in

and pull out the cords and heart.

Who will?

Who will, Who will?
Who will?
Who will, Who will?


From all the ashes
of All the crashes

Who will?

Be the one.

Be the one.

Who will, Lay me down, in green pasteurs

or lead me from the burning sand
Who will, be the one, to lay their cause down
and always hold the winning hand

Who will?
Who will be the one?


From all the ashes
of all the crashes
Who will?

Be the one.
Be the one, Who will be the one?