Shine a different light, on a piece of me.
Right before these eyes, you delicately breathe.
On this killing floor, everything I see
Is living, and hanging over me.
It's alright, in my mind,
Everything's alright, everytime,
You play Jesus Christ, to my Judas soul.
After all this time, the less I know.
From this killing floor, I feel it in my head.
Don't let me bring you down,