Last Disciple Lyrics

Now their eyes don't glaze like they used to

Their arms don't raise like they used to

And their hearts don't sing like they used to

The children don't pray like they used to

I pray that my execution is televised

I say to my executioner, "I forgive."

Pray that this retribution is recognized

Say that to every listener, let me live

I don't negotiate with flesh and the blood

Even if my chest met with the mud

I can't hold a grudge I'm no God I let the father be judge

Wicked is wisdom like a whip is a hug

Don't call me thug more than man

A servant till death give me your hand take my breath and deliver the plan

No faith in system just death, another exam

Religion written in rest and affixed to the hand

Tell me what of it is flawed, I see my end on a cross

I see the crossers exhausted, what side of us lost

I hear trumpets from god sent to enslave the distraught

In many ways I have fought, release my spirit and pray

Now their eyes don't glaze like they used to

Their arms don't raise like they used to

And their hearts don't sing like they use to

The children don't pray like they used to

Thy neighbor was my savior

Breaking bread with the head gave up his nest

A couple dozen of silver sharpens a razor

Sell the preacher his flesh, feeling regrets

Sold thy neighbor for the price of a slave grave

Sold neighbor for nine greater than wickedness they say

Apostles could not turn hostile a rival to naysay

Arrival of observations of thanks was a damn shame

Constricted by my convictions, son of man examined

From counterfeit oppositions, noble hand remanded

Thy neighbor showed bloods price some of us took advantage

Like sheep in the midst of wolves wool covered up what was granted

So I walk roads and crossroads no one has seen

Through alleys and hidden valleys in a devilish dream

Thy neighbor is my savior, witness when proof convened

Embracing my destination, despair of the new unseen

Now their eyes don't glaze like they used to

Their arms don't raise like they used to

Their hearts don't sing like they used to

And the children don't pray like they used to

As I opened my eyes the air was swollen with rage

I heard hysterics outside carried myself to investigate

Stepped in view of the sky a crowd of people observed

Something in the distance made my way to discern

With every step the crowd rocked some stared up in shock

Others chanted and threw rocks, chaos ensued on the plot

But as I approached I felt my stomach in knots

Soldiers surrounded men nailed on crosses, "Let it be stopped!" they said

"What have you got?" they said, they said "Not much."

They scoffed as death entered eyes, someone said "Stop this mess!"

Everyone looked up so did I they asked, "Who spoke?"

"The son of god." broken emotion he spoke soft

"Father forgive them all salvation will show its cost

Forsaken and broken protect my mother and hold them off-"

Paused solemnly spoke then cried,

"Father its finished I've tried release my spirit in time!"