“Contradiction” is the word which best suits this life,
A life of right and wrong, where wrong is twisted into right,
The heart is exploding and the mind is racing,
We find ourselves running out of human breath.
Stale life of routine wavers and stagnates,
We experiment and toil in the fertile ground,
Answers are seldom given to unpopular questions,
Justify our hearts by what we selfishly hope to achieve.
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life.
All signs point, deliberately, the other way,
The road is slow and misery will be our company, for to find true peace in this life, we must forsake all reason and cleave to God’s faith.
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life.
Peace comes from above; I have found no other,
If we remove ourselves from that hope, can love truly prevail?
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life,
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life under the blood,
I will live my life.
