My lord
I am on my own two knees
Breathing in the thin air or sweet salvation
Bloodied by fatal regret
Your replicated crown of thorns cutting through my bloodied head
I am beaten
Again
And again
And again
Who will love me?
Who will fight?
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Will?
I am on my own two knees
Breathing in the thin air of sweet salvation