We all are vessels of amity
But we want to wrestle
With our own destiny
Our own salvation
Is a narrow road
Paved with explanations
It's starting to erode
Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
We are perfected as ancient trees
But we feel rejected
Like a new disease
What will it take for us to see
We're not a mistake
Or a losing plea (if we)
Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
