"That is then, this is now", that old anthem I find that my heart demands. So where are we to go, what is the purpose if we are above all of this. Oh if we are dead to this, to the world at arms, if we are not liars. I would just keep lying. Move with the means you have possible Or find yourself lost in all your words. I'm dead to the love of the pitch, and to the word that which has given me life. Oh if we are dead to this, to the world at arms, if we are not liars. I was Lacking compa**ion Quick to Violence Slow to forgiveness Failing my Children Lying through my teeth Dead in my own skin That. I will just keep moving. I am Fallen short of grace Ready for this fight Done with a numb heart Done with a dull tongue Done with all my fears Done will all yours the same. Nothing more Ready. I am this. Here is the salt and the light That I long to taste without my flesh in tow. I am this.