Watching, Waiting — Extreme

Hanging above the ground All my limbs are bound You're on the right hand With your head down Tears from eyes that cannot see He took the blame from me So shall it be written So shall it be done

Watching, waiting Staring at the Son Not even knowing Who you are

Three hours have gone by We start to question why Darkness falls in finding out Why you must die We can no longer see the Son The three untie into one Please forgive us Father We know not what we've done