God if you're there could I trouble you for some grace

Been looking up long enough accustomed to your spit in my face

But I guess what's yearned is earned 'til desire decays

Like ashes in an urn we keep memories close but out of frame

It's hard to have faith when beliefs are concave

Feel the blade scrape before the slicing saves

Sinking down in a hole still searching for higher ground

We are, wе are holding out from running up that hill to the sound

The horns play, fеar paves our way out

You can't compare the hate I hold to the crown you stole

I wear these wounds so proud emboldened

Keep your leader's mouth covered and I'll sew it shut

I'm calling you out, the line's been drawn, the cord's now cut, key's marked

Don't forget the lock, red handed so I know you'll stop when your finger’s caught

Sinking down in a hole still searching for higher ground

We are, we are holding out from running up that hill to the sound

The horns play, fear paves our way out

I wasn't prepared for it

Die a martyr, lived as a heretic

I'll hold my breath, spare your judgement till I breathe out

If the devil's real then so is my rage

Tell the carpenter to drown his first born just in case

There's a wolf in the henhouse, casualties are high

The whole farm is overrun, complacency is the new vibe

Defiling the nihilist in case he escapes

Feel the hilt hit bone, deeper as it goes

Sinking down in a hole still searching for higher ground

We are, we are holding out from running up that hill to the sound

The horns play, fear paves our way out

I wasn't prepared for it

Die a martyr, lived as a heretic

I'll hold my breath, spare your judgement till I breathe out