The Traitors' March

Safeguard of saints,
It wasn't mentioned.
The world's today, not the same.
Take what you wanted,
There won't be [bad word] today.

When all these voices [bad word] to life.
And all these voices,
They all are lying,
They all lied.

Whispering shapes of grief,
As my [bad word] out of me,
And you took the weight of centuries.
Tear up your grace.
Tear up your grace.
And stare at the eyes of the one that wants to know.

But it's something lost in nothing.
I see the way, I see the way, I see the way she dives in waters,
But I'm far from seeing the way she melts in the ocean.
(She melts with the oceans).
The lighthouse could lead me where the faith drowns untouched but I'm still here.
Today, today again.
This won't mean anything to me.

Now the price of safer ways,
I assumed was easy to forget,
Is a path made of stones for my knees.
If tonight is relentless I'll confuse the passing.
(Seeing no) seeing no seasons,
The lowest flight inside the space beneath heaven before it [bad word] me down.
All I seek is redemption for the change I want to be remembered for.