Lay down your weapons
And I'll lay down my words
Hand me forgiveness
And I'll hand you whats yours
Redemption is somethin' earned
Not handed over
Its a challenge to all
The progression is slower
A diamond encrusted throat
Which lacks the appeal
Of a truthful, honest mouth
You try to conceal
Your hateful stares
And hurtful eyes
Reveal no care
For speaking lies
Strive to prepare
For a war within.
The trials declared
Before it begins.