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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