Hidden Angel (feat. Roger Robinson, Penelope Trappes & Specimens) [Hackney Road Studio Session]

I am neither God
Puppeteer
Nor fate
Note how bruised the clouds
How blue the sky
Strange, how all things gather to a moment
Yet these moments make our lives

The pain you feel in your body
Will let you live
But what of its impact?
Your twisted body, your riddle being solved
by yourself and those around you
The ones looking on saying "thank God it's not me"
The ambulance driver, the medic, your parents, your partner
All will be changed in this moment
You look back now and they'll be times you think back on this
And wonder what's your purpose?
And wonder why you, why now?

There's something calling making sense of it
A tone, a melody
The blunt force will be nothing compared to how you should live
Knowing death whispered at your shoulder
I can save you, but I cannot change you
That's why God has given man the gift of will

My tracing paper visage has been assigned to you
So you will live
The darkness you're fading into is not your death
Do not worry
Everything falls into this moment
But what life shall you live now?
What grace is given?
What slights forgotten?
Will you still fear the world
Now that you have been 100 breaths short of your death?

I'm not going to lie to you
You're going to hurt
There will be discomfort
There will be pain but don't let that be the rest of your life
Don't let that be your life
A flatline heart survived should not mean a flatline of spirit
Do not grieve as if there's nothing left for you
What now shall you embody?
Make sure you love your new self now that the old one has died
Now breathe, breathe, breathe and relax
Breathe, breathe, breathe and relax

You are alive
You are living
You shall live
You shall be renewed
You shall be new
You shall be as you
You shall be as you knew
You shall be renewed