I see the blood running under my feet I watch my brothers as they fall to their graves What have I done to deserve this fate? We're going down You may tear my flesh from my bones But you'll never break me You may tear my flesh from my bones But you'll never break me Nothing is sacred I watch my world fall apart I own a whole new set of scars Nothing is sacred Now my life is shackled in my hands God I'm calling on you now God I'm calling on you now I once found my dreams Somewhere across the sea In a land that's make believe I won't stray from you Never been so far away And I won't forget you We're going down We're going down Call me a prisoner of war Call me a prisoner of war You can tear my flesh from my bones But you'll never break me

I used to believe But now my belief turns to dust At the feet of the altar The altar of lust Like a lamb to the slaughter Drowned in holy water Held below by my shame Beg for forgiveness at the feet of the one Who knows both heaven and hell Kneel for confession, you bastard This is the first and second death The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves We did it to ourselves The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing Broken spirits just longing for substance Madonna weeps for her children Fathers tear at their robes Out of sight, out of mind Out of control Lay me down to rest Rip out my heart from my chest And wash the guilt from you bloodstained hands Lay me down to rest Lay me down to rest This is the first and second death The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing Broken spirits just longing for substance Broken bodies, reduce them to nothing Broken spirits, just longing for substance Guilty followers, disciples of fraud Suffocated by the Hands of God Guilty followers, disciples of fraud Suffocated by the Hands of God The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves This is the first and second death There's no sanctuary here Suffocated by the Hands of God No sanctuary No sanctuary here

It feels so good, to rise from the embers Out of desolation, breathing life anew I'm going home And I know that I am coming home And I know that I am coming home And I know that I am coming home And I know that I am coming HOME You see a burned-out forest, I see a glimmer of hope Under the pillars of smoke, new trees begin to grow Memories of what this wretch used to be All fell away once these roots were set free I feel the sun shining down on my face Reminding me there's life beyond the cold Please fill my heart; please feed my aching soul Take my hand, please guide me home From the soil that keeps me planted To the stars that keep my eyes fixed above My spirit is unshaken because I know When my knees buckle When my legs lose all of their strength The arms of mercy will carry me away And when the fire comes to burn life from the trees Sweet chariot swing low again, restore me