Divinity Within

This morning there are no rods or staffs to comfort you Dressed as a target as you amble in your chains Stumble through the corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death The prison's backyard where you'll give us your final breath Last night I saw you dine with lovers and human tears But glanced at me in ways that brought to life my sleeping fears That today you'll bite my neck and peel away the aging skin Expose the lifeless body and the void divinity within So tell me when I've read you your rights When the guns are in their place When your crime no longer seems absurd What will you say Kezia when we ask what are your final words? --- Divinity Within - Protest the Hero