close my eyes, unsee the lies, with trembling hands, the tears are dry.
what have I done? to see this bloodshed. the kingdom comes through suffered roads.
these trees die green, his heart still sings a song of white. these notes hit black, and plant the grey seeds in his life.
and with this stone bleeds in his hands. he say's goodbye to promiseland.
and with this cross is fallen ground, his sight begins to die.
to ocean waves, he see's the light. and digs his graves, for what he's touched has broken.
to every word, what's said and done. death circles in the unchosen one.
It's pouring rain, that leaves him drops of dew. with every pain, he sees something new.
and with this stone bleeds in his hands. he say's goodbye to promiseland.
and with this cross is fallen ground, his sight begins to die.
his crown of thorns, has stung too much. his tied up wrists have burned enough.
goodbye he says to everything, leaving all his thoughts behind.
this bullet's cold, sunk through red oceans of his heart, this rope's tight grip, has pulled his spoken truth apart.
and with this stone bleeds in his hands. he say's goodbye to promiseland.
and with this cross is fallen ground, his sight begins to die. and as it dies his eyes aren't dry but lost are his tears. his death comes from his own undone and tests with his own spear.