
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.