Still

I hear the shot
go off in the dark
I feel the blow
but am surprisingly calm

All this wandering has lead me to a place
a place I didn't think I'd find
Where there's happiness in suffering,
joy in dying

Nobody said it was gonna be easy
you're walking into a battle
that seems like it's been won
Carrying your weight and theirs
on your frail back,
in scorching sun
Tripping over temptation
Falling where we've fallen

All this wandering has lead me to a place
a place I didn't think I'd find
Where there's happiness in suffering,
joy in dying

The fire burns
fire burns
Incinerates,
Refines us even though it hurts

We are the martyrs to this dying breed
Ignited by selfishness, injustice, greed
Ongoing blindness,
flames ignite a love unknown,
fire burns
through pure white snow

All this wandering has lead me to a place
a place I didn't think I'd find
Where there's happiness in suffering,
joy in dying

There's peace in troubled waters that break
redemption that flows through our very own veins
Love is born from a crown of thorns
Blood trickles down
frees us from ourselves
Stains our destitute souls

All this wandering has lead me to a place
a place I didn't think I'd find
Where there's happiness in suffering,
joy in dying

I hear that shot again in my mind
Feel the chills going down my spine
memories suppressed, forgotten, race before my eyes
We are martyrs surviving
flames arising
in pouring rain