The Persecuted
Have we the courage to carry this load?
Its weight carries our joys
Forty reasons to give up this cause
When struggle is all you find
Rations run thin
We shrink into skin and bones
Yet I will give the deepest thanks to those who will despise us
Building courage to proudly wear this badge
Its coat of arms carry our pain
Countless reasons to behold these truths
When salvation is what we've found
We have known this for so long, you know
The trouble we have caused
Rations run thin
They shrink but still we will gloat
And I'll be sure to tip my hat to those who will despise us
Our case is made
And the gavel has landed
It won't be supplanted
This moment lifts all of our doubts as your hand touches mine
The night sky clears up
And the museum is still open
Exhibits smear our sights
As we embrace in its backlight
The tunnels, the endless tunnels echo so right
Recover, restart
As our lies tear apart into dust
And I'll be sure to tip my hat to those who will despise us
Lyrics © 2017 Jason Vitelli
Autor(es): JASON VITELLI