All Kneel To Green Deer - PlatzWave

I, I long to be beside of you I was wrong to tell you what I knew I know I'm a victim of my pride I belong to all that I've been through I drove for miles in a city trance I came to ask for a second chance But I won't dance, no, I won't dance I came for miles on a broken wheel I came to see whether love can heal But I won't kneel, no, I won't kneel 'Cause I can't bend, can't hold Can't lend, can't fold Can't lose, won't cry Can't choose 'cause I know why I I, I want to always be with you What's wrong to tell you what I knew 'Cause I know, I know I'm a slave to lonely pride I belong to all that I've been through I drove for miles in a city trance I came to ask for a second chance But I won't dance, no, I won't dance I came for miles on a broken wheel I came to see whether love can heal But I won't kneel, no I won't kneel 'Cause I get close and get scared And this grows in my head Won't you give me something, something to hold? Won't you give me something, something to hold? Something to hold

[Pilatus:] 'Father is it possible to grant forgiveness for a sinful action to be committed?' ([Father:] 'My son, you would have to question whether or not the said-sin is necessary.') [Pilatus:] '(Absolutely...) to wash away indecency, re-write who we are. Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure. The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats. I seek absolution for these sins unwritten. Any who stand in my way, shall be subjected to torn ligaments and limbs ripped from their sockets. For no pity shall be handed down to the feeble. Human nature seals our fates by leading us down a path of destruction; I have just merely sped up the process. To wash away indecency, re-write who we are. Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure. The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats. I seek absolution for these sins unwritten.' ([Father:] 'Son? Why are you explaining all this to me?') [Pilatus:] 'Well I never had much use for religion. I merely needed someone to listen. Father witness (the) decline of decaying culture. You've, sealed your fate, sealed your doom'