Plea for Reprieve

Arm's length from your side
Prisons powered by pride
I know you're fighting your fight
Can't you see I'm the knife?
Can't you see I'm the knife?

Cutting all my ties

In a quiet careen
You think about where you've been
Things that you should have seen
Worthless pleas for reprieve

Cutting all my ties

The dust that you had stirred
I thought had settled for sure
But now the water is running
And the message is blurred
The meaning has moved from a vessel disturbed
We're without a motive, why haven't you heard?

The calling has ceased, thrown in righteous reverse
We won't lift a finger to be counted as dirt