This man came to me he was looking for action
Pulling a blade to my neck
He said, “Call me the butcher 'cause that's my trade
And you know that I've come to collect”
I said
"Hit me now
And we'll see where it leads
Cut me out
If you think I will bleed
Strike me down
If you think you're a man
'Cause I know that you don't understand
Because there is no weapon
There is no blade
You wonder why I'm not afraid?
I've erased all of my fear of the grave
You'll never k** Him that lives inside of me"
He looked into my eyes, all he saw was conviction
Dropping the blade to the earth
I said, “How could you think that I'd ever retreat?
You know that I'm already dead”