WIthin the beast of hatred, lies aflame
Beneath our smiles, so faded, spit the shame
I feel the hands of God, around my throat
Encumbered like the masses, within their hope
ANd now the blood runs from me
You cannot save
The life he claimed he gave me
Your cross my grave
Gods works
to have
us fail
Youll see me beneath you
Back turned and praying for pain
Our pain completes you
We are the ones you take into our heart
Then make us beg
Pull me apart
Your eyes are black
Me sky is grey
Knife in my back
I walk away
There is a hope in us all
Curse the sky
