Gethsemane

Broken man off his path

All alone

Thoughts are the new war

When sleep won't seem to soothe

Foward into infinite sky

He's the perfect size for the end of time

There's demon's dancing on his head

and he is blindly obedient

Rest his head in a place that feels cold and dark

He can't take the searing brightness of the day

Friends are looking for signs of life

But they're growing tired

And it's to the wire

How much of the man can they save?

Ties cut

It took a lot for them to tell he was in a

Blind spot

They all stay on their games as his

Mind blots

Out all the memories that he gathered in his trial

At Gethsemane

Why does he fight

The will to change

Can't recognise

Himself these days

Why does he fight

The will to change

As he stands trial

In Gethsemane