Dead Tree - Josh Record

See your hands bleed,

As you hang upon a dead tree,

as I pierce you, with the words that I don’t speak.

With the words that I don’t speak.

With the words that I don’t speak.

And the stones were thrown,

By these hands that I once lifted,

To your throne,

Here I am denying your name.

Here I am denying your name.

Here I am.

Hold me to your crown,

Through the waters I will not drown,

Let me ride on painted clouds, with you.

Hold me to your crown,

Through the waters I will not drown,

Let me ride on painted clouds, with you.

I am thirsty,

Let my soul drown in your blood,

I’m not worthy,

let me in because of your great love.

And the stones were thrown,

By these hands that I once lifted,

To your throne,

Here I am denying your name.

Here I am denying your name.

Here I am.

Hold me to your crown,

Through the waters I will not drown,

Let me ride on painted clouds, with you.

Hold me to your crown,

Through the waters I will not drown,

Let me ride on painted clouds, with you.

Hold me to your crown,

Through the waters I will not drown,

Let me ride on painted clouds, with you.