Body trail beside the water
   Leads the lambs into the slaughter
   Hands and knees, we all atone
   Hand is paid with blood and bone
   Gently hands reveal their purpose
   Bliss, just warm beneath the surface
   No one gonna make us leave
   We're the ones that still believe

   [bad word] piercing through the silence
   In the air, descends to violence
   Watching from above the trees
   We're the ones that still believe
   We're the ones that still believe
   We're the ones that still believe