I thought You lived in slit wrists
The dogs taught me to worship
The violence of reverence
Carved me into a human
Heard a King and His men
And He spoke in my accent
And He was willing to hold me in His hands
I bled and I bled
Til I had to admit it
I veiled my flesh
And it still got infected
Peeled at the paint
Til it chipped off the ceiling
Left a bitter taste-
It is written, it is living
Staring through me, it's not finished
Every jot is still breathing
I'll succumb to this motion
I'll break my digits for it
I'll recast them into a tight grip
So I can hold onto them
So I can succumb to this motion
I'll submit to the sound
Bow beneath The Crowned
I hear it now
The fanfare of a crowd
Leading me to the gate
With tears I'll wait
For Him to say
"You'll be with Me today"
I'll submit to the sound
Bow beneath The Crowned
I hear it now
The fanfare of a crowd
Leading me to the gate
With tears I'll wait
For Him to say
"You'll be with Me today"
"Blessed is the Kingdom"
And I'm prostrate before the King
Through the pleas of Your servants
Please accept me