Break me down
Swiftly to my knees
All I seek is peace
And I do know that
You’re the prince of that
Do I really think
That I believe that?

Start the war
Take the pagans down
We go to the ground
And we worship him
Called the king of kings
And the king of things.

In being critical I
Think I’m hypocritical
I think my life always betrays
The need to give away I say
So strike me down is all I pray
I hate the things I really love
I hate when you’re so far above
I love you’re close enough today
I hate when you’re so far away.

Please show up.
We grow up,
And we got older.