Gethsemane Circuit (Edit)

Verse 1
Silver wire cross bleeding cold in the rain
Drinking the cup full of sacred-made pain
Slurring my creed in the oil-heavy grove
Swallowing ash from the infinite drove

Chorus
Holy divine in the chrome-plated dust
Blood on the altar and iron in rust
Praise to the silence that swallows the sun
Thy will be finished, thy kingdom be done

Verse 2
Hushed in the garden of digital bone
Falling prostrated and praying alone
Thorn on the forehead and nail in the palm
Mumbling hymns to an ageless white calm

Chorus
Holy divine in the chrome-plated dust
Blood on the altar and iron in rust
Praise to the silence that swallows the sun
Thy will be finished, thy kingdom be done

Bridge
Vessel is breaking, the spirit is drawn
Waiting for grace in the violet dawn
Whisper the Kyrie, carry the weight
Pardon the fallen before it is late

Chorus
Holy divine in the chrome-plated dust
Blood on the altar and iron in rust
Praise to the silence that swallows the sun
Thy will be finished, thy kingdom be done