Hands stained red from the lamb I bring
A spotless life for the guilt I cling
Oil on the altar fire in the sky
Ashes rise but the sin won't lie
The priest chants low the blade runs clean
Smoke curls slow where the blood has been
A dove for my heart a ram for my pride
The law's heavy weight it won't let me slide
Grain in my hands the finest I've got
Poured out in measure not a single spot
Seven times the blood is thrown
Each day whispers I'm not alone
Cedar and hyssop the scent fills the air
A cleansing tide for the guilt we bear
The rules etched deep can't break the chain
Every step I take echoes with pain
Is it enough this endless cost
Every lamb every life I've lost
Bring the weight bring the fire
Burn the flesh lift it higher
What I love what I fear
Paid in blood year by year
Leviticus
Leviticus
In the mirror I see a stain it's deep it won't fade
Like graffiti on my soul it's the mess I made
Rules written in stone they cut like a blade
Am I clean am I pure or just a masquerade
I walk the line between dust and divine
Sacred in the morning filthy by design
Hands to the heavens but my feet in the grime
Tell me can a heart be washed in time
You touched what's dead you carry the weight
Like rust on your spirit it corrodes your fate
A shadow on your heart it's a heavy gate
But the key is written don't hesitate
Modern rituals we sanitize the skin
But what about the heart what's deep within
Scrolling through the noise lost in the din
What's unclean outside or where does it begin
The water runs but does it reach the core
I scrub and scrub but I'm still unsure
Clean or unclean where do I stand
Am I holy or just sinking in the sand
Rules for the body rules for the soul
Can I make it back can I be whole
Leviticus
Leviticus
I walk the line but my shadow’s long
My hands are clean but my heart feels wrong
In the desert of my mind I hear the call
A voice like thunder but I'm so small
The smoke rises a symbol in the sky
A lamb for the guilt I can't deny
I've been running from the weight of my own name
Seeking the fire to burn the shame
Scapegoat bound sent to the wild
Who carries the sin of a wayward child
They say the altar is where we're cleansed
But the scars on my soul refuse to mend
I've offered gold I've offered tears
Still I wrestle with my darkest fears
A priest's hand a crimson thread
A hope that lives while the goat is led
But my heart screams louder than the rite
Will the heavens answer me tonight
Day of ashes day of light
Tearing the veil between wrong and right
I'm on my knees let the truth ignite
Day of ashes make me white
The book of Leviticus
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