Eyes made of falling stars

Doesn't matter who you are to me.

Eyes made of dying dreams

Souls spent in the swell of liberty.

Gods to make you crawl.

Gods to make you stand.

Gods to give you your pride.

Gods to make you beg.

 

Eyes made of dying stars

Never mattered who you are to me.

Hands cut with sacred scars

Lines made in the swell of effigy.

 

You're lost forever

Dead and cold.

You're still a corpse

When dressed in gold.

But I feel you here with me.

And I offer what you seek.

 

On his cross your savior cries.

Tears of blood have filled his eyes.

He says to you, let's face the night.

In this debt of sacrifice.

On his cross his savior cries.

Burning tears to light the night.

Pulls the sun to keep the light.

From his back with sacrifice.

 

Eyes made of falling stars

Doesn't matter who you are to me.

Eyes made of dying dreams

Souls spent in the swell of liberty.

 

You're lost forever

Dead and cold.

You're still a corpse

When dressed in gold.

But I feel you here with me.

And I offer what you seek.

Yeah!

 

Spoken: For even the son of man came not to be served, but to serve, and give his life as a ransom for the many.