Tied to this post, without foresight, of what's to come The lamb he sings, the song of the martyr He is the chosen one The one to help us fail. The one to let us grow The torch is passed on. We are the lamb And who have we become now? A life longed to be lived? Our fierce love, destined to destruct By our own selfish hands. The one to help us fail As blood runs cold The torch is passed on, We are the lamb We have so much to gain, But our hearts won't let us learn Blinded by the pain of loss And who have we become now? We are the lamb
