Nothing More Cruel - Akeldama (Field of Blood)

Oh how depraved, what false religion
Kneeling to a bloody bathroom floor
Praying to a hundred white prescriptions
Begging not to be here anymore

Oh what great a day to breath no longer
What great a day to go back home
An open hand, too much to offer
So chances are I'll suffer back alone
Chances are I'll suffer back alone

So darlin' what's the struggle for?
We left your sense on the killin' floor
We scream retreat as last resort
But dear that devil lies in wait
We cried no man left behind then
Sent him back to the fireline
My God we're running out of time to find
These words that we can't say
So when the wolves begin to howl
And the sky comes fallin' down
What's the use in solid ground they'll take away

So tie the noose, so string up mercy
Chivalry has fell upon it's sword
You've found a hundred ways to hurt me
A hundred more than ever I'd afford

Down here to dance around an alter
Until mortified, the devil has his way
I doubt the reaper's prone to falter
And I doubt that he's intent to let us stay
I doubt that he's intent to let us stay

So darlin' what's the struggle for?
We left your sense on the killin' floor
So scream retreat as last resort
But dear that devil lies in wait
And you cried no man left behind then
Sent me back to the fireline
My God we're running out of time to find
These words that we can't say
I'll see The Potter's Field go wet
Because the butcher asks my best
That's not a debt that I intend to pay
So when the wolves begin to howl
And the sky comes fallin' down
What's the use in solid ground they'll take away

Written by:
Daniel Horton

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