quartie

End.

I've run through my own fields of dirt,
To find you on the other side.
I've swam the living water of the dead,
And I discovered where you hide.

The truth builds to swallow you whole.
Sink beneath my safe arms.
The saints will taint and murder your soul
Where lies keep you from harm.

Leave this place a winner,
Leave my heart blind,
Leave my bed a sinner,
Leave me all behind.

Bled most of my life
Into the veins of all we could've been.
Drink up from your vile,
And let the poison's work begin.

Sit up on high where we worship at your feet -
Let me breathe your air, this part of you I keep.
You're so graced, saved, safe, betrayed
Deserved, righteous, equal in our graves.