The Surge
He looked up to the sky and he screamed
“Where's my fucking miracle if you’re really a king?"
He takes a breath at the edge of the sea
Pleading for his life to matter more
Waiting for an answer or a cure
Begging for the surge to wash him from the shore

Don’t wake me
Break me
Out of this grave that I dug
I’m waiting
Praying
But when will enough be enough?

Will I ever find peace in this place?
The house of the damned
Is my only escape
What's this grace and why can’t I believe
Theres purpose in this process that only you can see
Only you can see
Don’t wake me
Break me
Out of this grave that I dug
I’m waiting
Praying
But when will enough be enough?