martyr

The Awakening

Where martyrs stand the idols fall
But in my solitude I surrender
Where Judas smiles the curtain is torn
I am the weaker here, the pretender

And the Blood will make angles of us all
Oh beyond comprehension
That He would choose one who seldom takes the call
Straight to heart, defy convention

Our heroes are tangible and able
To keep our focus from the One
Who bled and died in a halo of pain
Labeled a fake, a heretic, while He is the true Son

And the Blood will make angles of us all
Oh beyond comprehension
That He would choose one who seldom takes the call
Straight to heart, defy convention

Perfect Martyr for me
Perfect Martyr for you