The Believers

Body trail beside the water

Leads the lambs into the slaughter

Hands and knees, we all atone

Path is bathed with blood and bone

Trembling hands reveal their purpose

Blisters form beneath the surface

No one wants to make us leave

We're the ones that still believe

We're the ones that still believe

Fear comes piercing through the silence

In the air the scent of 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