Procession - The Agony Scene

The stench of the hopeless and wounded

The cries that escape from the depths of regret

A bleeding mass in procession

That fell on the path from which it strayed

A whisper in total darkness

To die at the hands of what we are

A breath escapes from the lifeless

The blind and the feeble of our decay

This is the pain we must suffer

This is the endless agony

This is the darkest of secrets we give our lives to keep

The light that’s surrounding

I am all that you’ve made me

Their endless desire feeds the fire inside me and all I can ask for

Take this life that you gave me

I’m not your Messiah

The fear that grows like a cancer

Held likes a breath and sacrificed

The blood that flows from the wounded

Consumed by the masses who’ve longed to taste

This is a prayer for the hopeless

This is an endless tragedy

This is the darkest of secrets

We give ourselves to keep

The light that’s surrounding

I am all that you’ve made me

Their endless desire feed the fire inside me and all I can ask for

Take this life that you gave me

I’m not your Messiah

I pray for redemption

These unanswered cries

In darkness it came to me and I breathe

Their distant voices sing to me and everything changes suddenly

The light that’s surrounding

I am all that you’ve made me

Their endless desire feeds the fire inside me and all I can ask for

Take this life that you gave me

I’m not your Messiah