divinity within

this morning there are no rods or staffs, to comfort you dressed as a target, as you amble in your chains and stumble through, the corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death, in 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, today you'll bite my neck, that today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bite my neck, that today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bite my neck. and peel away the aging skin, expose this lifeless body and the void, divinity within, 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, when your crime's no longer absurd, what will you say, when we ask you what are your final words?, when your crime's no longer absurd, what will you, what will you say, kezia, when we ask what are your final words?, what are your final words?