“Let me take a little second to tell you as we see a prophecy that came true
You see we need to believe that He literally bled through
The clothes on His back His sweat the day was just like crimson rain
Crimson stains tide bounty and the devil can't wash these stains away
Who's He you ask, He's a friend of me
Cause my inability He was sent for me
I hear birds and trees they're all telling me
It's a good thing He won Gethsemane
Cause this enemy is too much for me
And this flesh and world is triple teaming me
It seems to be the very end I scream please oh please pass this cup from me!
The thing is it did pass
And it passes every day
He took my cup from me and gracefully He drank the grave
And I don't mean to speak of blasphemy when I say
But I am speaking of the day when my God passed away, Okay?
No wait wait wait no that's not it no that's not all
I don't wanna leave you hanging
This stories banging
Against my throat and against these walls
It can't be contained no it won't stay in here it will thrive
Cause stories just don't die when the dead come alive”