The Bastard Son of Grace
Rhyan Gomez
Left at the altar of a hollow belief
A crown made of thorns and a harvest of grief
The stained glass is shattered, the candles are cold
I'm the secret that never was meant to be told
You preached about mercy while holding the whip
I'm the water that sank your magnificent ship
The incense is choking the light out of me
I'm the monster you made but refused to see
I'm the prayer that you buried, the debt that you owe
In the garden of shadows where nothing can grow
I'm the bastard son of grace, the stain upon the white
The scream in the cathedral in the middle of the night
Wash away the sins with a cup of liquid lead
I'm the living proof of the things you said were dead
Yeah, I'm the bastard son
(With no place to run)
The choir is singing but the notes are all wrong
I've been the villain in your holy song
Your marble statues are starting to bleed
I'm the harvest of every poisonous seed
Don't talk to me of heaven, don't talk to me of light
I've mastered the art of surviving the night
The incense is choking the light out of me
I'm the monster you made but refused to see
I'm the prayer that you buried, the debt that you owe
In the garden of shadows where nothing can grow
I'm the bastard son of grace, the stain upon the white
The scream in the cathedral in the middle of the night
Wash away the sins with a cup of liquid lead
I'm the living proof of the things you said were dead
Yeah, I'm the bastard son
(With no place to run)
Judge me
Hate me
You created me
Baptized in the fire
I'm the bastard son of grace, the stain upon the white
The scream in the cathedral in the middle of the night
Wash away the sins with a cup of liquid lead
I'm the living proof of the things you said were dead
No more mercy
No more grace
Just a shadow
With my face