Tetelestai

Oh, how I long to see the end Of every ending To breathe before my last And begin beginning

Would you catch the wind with your arm Or lift my oceans with a heave All hell sound your sirens Hold your breath for three words conceived:

It is finished

Walking down the streets I watch you turn your face from me They ripped the skin from my back Dissecting eternity

You clothed me in darkness Given a rose, but wearing the thorns instead

My last breath

I watch God hang his robes over the sun To hide a child becoming corruption

Clean hands Eternity nailed to a tree How tired you must have been

Clean hands From a garden to misery Bearing the weight of men Yet you raise yourself higher To take your last breath

Demons pause with terror

I am blood enough to never run dry Still you despise me Sinking the spear in my side When you hung beside me on that day

Cursing at the wind will not stop the message I send

Clean hands Eternity nailed to a tree How tired you must have been

Clean hands From a garden to misery Bearing the weight of men Yet you raise yourself higher To take your last breath

(Bear witness once and for all) It is finished

Would you catch the wind with your arm Or lift my oceans with a heave All hell, sound your sirens Hold your breath for the words concieved