Though saturated in blood I'm standing still in fear.
I feel the tears of those who mourn and the breath of he 
who kills. I feel it on my face.
My heart cries to speak, my lungs gasp to breathe, for 
he's got me by the throat.
His grip is on me clutching me tight, shadowing black and 
holding me from God's light.
His grip is on me as dark as the night, spewing blasphemy 
and taking my sight.
He suffocates our life supply and manipulates the Word by 
which we survive.
He suffocates our life supply and manipulates the Word by 
which we survive.
Though saturated in blood I'm standing still in fear.
I feel the tears of those who mourn and the breath of he 
who kills.
I hear the sounds of hate. My thoughts are clouded by 
pain.
My ears are filled with lies for his words pierce my 
ears.
His voice deafens and silenced through this death,
as my lungs fill with the breath of He who gives life.