Late Night In Zion

We're the reflection of imperfection, We come from the infinite place of limitation. Rejoice in these days, make a correction, We're the completion. Lights out, down for the count, can't get up Meanwhile the enemy screams the boy is stuck, and the legs of the king are dangling in a rut Falling pieces, lost sparks, hearts cut. We're not alone in the madness, if we're here, then so are you, Deepest caverns underground, we've been taken for the truth, Srape my knees, on the hurdles, face down in the puddles. The only one who'll get us out of this mess, The one who put us here.