The Innocent

Parade of punching, volume and horns;

A symphony of screams, and a conscience that abhors.

Sin and corruption. Control yourself!

I will not be damned

In the name of my God, I will not be damned

By the blood of the Lamb, I will not be damned.

Constant slaughter, harrasing the innocent

Persecution of the Chaste, you've been diseased

I have bled out, I now am clean

Sin has been laid on the cross,

Transgressions in His palace of pain,

Our filthy blood rusting His bed of nails,

Soaking His crown of thorns! His crown of Victory!

He wears the crown of victory!

Condoned once again, the mark of the faithful will rise!

Facing your brutal hate of those with their own loyalty!

As you drown in a sea of love,

Smothered with compassion!

How long will you push him away?

He showed you once!

You've failed -- Your mind inane,

(You've) been told again!

He is the way He is the answer!

To your questions of this cancer!

The one and only bridge across the eternal gap!

Ask away from this bottomless trap.

I'm dead inside please give me life

Call to one rid of all strife.

Lost in night, please give me day

No longer cast astray

I will be cast into your sea of forgetfullness

Bathing with the serpents of grace

In your creation I see your face

Free from this plague, breathing His life anew.