Divine to us all Seeking knowledge of goodness and grief Don't call for it all Breathing the air of your sin and regret
Your'e hands are filthy Woah! And my body is numb Your'e fading slowly Fading away from us
You're comin with me
We go by the book Treading blood from the hook of a failure
The eye of the hawk prevails the strength of awareness May you be so aware of what lies ahead of you
Home, Home! Your'e comin home like a martyr you swear its for Him creations comin to make you love Him So hold your ground, and wear your crown like a martyr you swear you love Him creations comin to make you love Him
constant quarelling Steady your grip to the throne of the Lord Your tainted hearts made of bloodlust and power Are only thoughts are the ones that are broad patterns of death will portray what becomes of them! What becomes of them
Take rotten lines, retrace the animal Hunt em down, let em bleed