Breaking bread, pouring wine. Speaking mysteries that stretch my mind. But I failed to follow. The meaning of fish and bread that I swallowed. . Dipping bread in a dish, calling out a traitor.
Blows been dealt and is taken its toll. Listless, I stumble like a drunk in the cold. Questioning foundations and a hope I took for granted. See my soul choked by the rope of a slanted view of reality, so it seems.
Hear my cry, my face is numb. Hear my cry, my legs won't run. Hear my cry, I'm ripping at the seems. Hear my cry, if only I could scream. . I can taste it, an aching inside.
Your smile cuts through a smoky room. Chasing silence from the air. Your empty eyes and hollow smile. Complement your vacant stare. . There's something more.
Another day burns away into darkness. Another blink on the eye of time. I am straining through the blackness. Ever searching for a sign. . Days grow long and the days grow dark and the days grow ever colder.
I stand tall with an arrogant grin filled with pride. As I chase the dreams that are riding on the wind. In ignorant determination watch me pursue. They're not enough, they're not enough to.
Staring at the flames as they dance in red. On the corpse of the land there in the midst. Are wandering a countless unnamed. Walking hand in hand blind leading blind.
Made like a mirror to reflect His glory. But the glass got smashed, bought a counterfeit story. We gave into pride, sacrificed life, on that day we died inside.
Forward he marches through scornful laughter. Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after. A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way. And condemning glares say all hate can say.
Sneering smiles fill my eyes. And laugh at tears that fall from the weight of unspeakable fears. I wonder aloud in curious tones. Could I be proud when they hate me and mock me?.