The Snow In My Hand (Live)

I've seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine.The flower they carry had once been mine.Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies.Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's nothurting). I need help, but not from you oryour father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's mysaviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can'tbear all this pain. I had watched the snowall day. Falling. It never lets up. All dayfalling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud,"So this is life?".