There are blood stained daggers lying in the snow
And I'm confused at this murder scene at my hands
This killing of all that is holy lies in my hands
Yet all I can say is this is how it had to happen
What now, where do I go?
God answer me, guide me
My new life as drifter, fugitive lies before me
And my new reputation will be with me no matter how far I run
Do you really see everything?
Do you know the story of this poor life which I took my own two hands?
Do you still forgive the murderous heart?
Yet nothing matters when I feel as far from you as I do now.
Life seems a meaningless struggle as I strive and strive for you
Yet everyday I feel like a failure, that you're not there
Hoping tonight that your forgiveness for this knife I used
Will bring me closer to you, more then ever before
Yet... I'm doubting that my tactics were right
And now I own a killers life... but I'm hoping for a heart of God
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