The oil press (исполнитель: My epic)
I swore I would never walk away But you knew we were in the dawn [bad word] Oh the unbelief, the prideful insecurities that speak They hush the You in me, oh forgive me, please forgive me How many limbs do you need? Well I can't be your hands cause I cut off my feet And I'm haunted by memories and phantom unease Of moments I've wasted and lies I've believed And where else would I go? With every mercy you have shown I'm fearing this harvest I have sown and my time is so short so please make it yours You wept in the garden when you knew your fate And the weight of man's redemption was a burden you were soon to take How can love be silent while his brothers fade So there are times when heaven sends a saint to [bad word] I need to be the body I'm meant to be the blood But how can they partake if I [bad word] from this cup You wept in the garden when you knew your fate And the weight of man's redemption was a burden you were soon to take Love cannot be silent while his brothers fade So these are times when heaven sends a saint through [bad word] Awaken me Oh please, help me believe You are all that I need Please God, help them believe