Year of Our Lord

I'm not a god, but I met
I met one yesterday
He took my heart in his hands
So I might see the way
This world is sick
And will die in a year's time
But I know the way out
Our path is very clear

On the day of the snake
The fast begins
So we might shed our sins
In the circle of blame
We'll carve our names
So he might
So he might forgive

Let's pour the bleach into our eyes
Offer our sight up to the skies
If in your heart you seek the truth
Give a little piece of yourself as proof

Don't let your tongue betray you
Its worship makes you weak
Torn from it's roots
It won't displace you
From the path we seek

Where I am his hand
You are mine
We enact his plan
And our one regret is
Missing the death of man

On the 14th day of the 7th month
In this year of our lord

Let's cut the whites out of our eyes
Offer them as sacrifice to the skies
So when our savior finally comes
He'll know we're the chosen ones



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Gironimi
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