Gethsemane
Adam Cory Snyder
[Verse 1]
My eyes no longer wet as I stare into the sun
The shadows reach their arms for me
I knew this day would come
[Chorus]
My mouth has swallowed prophecy
Bitterness must follow quickly
[Verse 2]
As I stare into the sky I feel my arms lose grip
This cold blank state consumes my mind burdened with such fear
"Oh, how did you do it?" I think as I face the end
I grit my teeth one last time as I stare at it
[Chorus]
This is the price I must pay
I did not pick up my cross in vain
[Outro]
This is my Gethsemane
A final song to sing
Feel the cold grasp my hands
As I fall to sleep