To Kill A Priest — The Mayan Factor

To Kill a Priest

I walk the fine line I walk the fine line To your soul I walk the fine line I walk you back to my home When, this situation This situation Is me I hold the candle And I light the flame while you Speak to me

There's light from a box On the bottom of the sea Where plants grow forgiveness But the air I could not breathe I'll hold this knife forever Unforeseen to me I'm bleeding

There's blood on your cheek I'll hold on, to you There's blood on you Your face, I embraced

Stop digging in my grave