End me like a sick dog. Lose my body in vain.
Break my horse's legs. Store me in a vase.
I'll fight my way out by teeth.
Wave the stampede on with a flag.
While you've convinced yourself of your existence,
As the only form of life,
Bestowed beneath the gift of grace.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him.
If I said you were the source,
I only lied to displace myself from the blame.
You have nothing to be proud of.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him.
I didn't feel the hate like this.
I can't find the words, I can't let it go.
Oh God, I didn't feel the hate like this.
We walk in amazement to the k**,
Caught in it's glory.
We walk in amazement to the k**,
As we are inert in our exalting awe.
I'm not the jury or the judge.
I am the gallows and the noose.
I'll fight my way out by teeth.
Wave the stampede on with a flag,
While you've convinced yourself of your existence,
As the only form of life.