Divinity Within - Protest The Hero

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 (I watch my temple fall to pieces)

Divinity within (I watch my temple fall to pieces)

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?