Paroles : Am i of stone or flesh. to see You slain again. to watch you writhe and bleed. yet never once weep. I always thought that I would have fought had I been alive. I would have stayed to the end, wept at Your feet, and died by Your side. yet again they beat You down and tear You. Limb from limb. but I keep my peace and my distance. how can I claim to love You. when here Your body lies strewn. I dwell amongst the pieces. and never feel moved. to grieve as my own, the state of it. and give more than just passive dissent. I swore at the start, "oh heart of my heart", we're one in the same. but then I kept You confined, and clearly defined, and now I don't feel a thing. yet again, they beat You down. and tear You limb from limb. and we wash our hands then. raise them up in remembrance. "bless You Lord, leave us be, rest in peace". You're not a memory we celebrate. You're not a martyr that we venerate. and G-d forgive us if the church forgets. You are not a corpse and we're not a movement. You're alive and we're the flesh You'll wear till the worlds end. Resurrect. I feel the weight and worth in all of this That we are Your embodiment. Resurrect these hearts of stone to beat with Yours again For greater works as we walk as one in Your likeness So that men can behold and believe.