I am sweeping through the gate washed in the blood of The Lamb, he said Disputing the world, the word The line, the hook This strength will carry me
I negate all need for positive I exist, I thrive The line and hook merely barb in my side There is no less than all We resist, we thrive We fail just being alive
(No less than all) We fail just being alive
In my eyes, no less than all By my side, no less than all I am sweeping through the gate washed in the blood of no less than all