Intervention Lyrics - Singles - Blood Has Been Shed

never asked you for a thing 

yet you pushed me aside 

on bended knee I served 

and that day was the birth of a slow death 

defiler I was meat at your table 

I would pay not to fall from your grace 

my blood and my tears were tokens 

I was waste to be expelled 

to you I was just a number 

forgotten on the chopping block 

my blood flows like any others 

to find pleasure in my disgrace 

you held my life in your hands 

your exceptance the air I breathe 

day after day I always wonder 

will I exhaust myself 

from this effort cursed to an existence 

of being drawn to you 

grant me tomorrow or let me die 

your expectations grip my throat 

and choke my very life 

everyday that you appear 

I succumb to your pleading 

will this be the day of intervention?