Scoot - Bereft lyrics

Throughout His Plight The Cries In Vain Ring Out In Twisted Symphonies In All The Days I've Earned The Right To Walk A Path Of Blasphemy In An Empty Gloom The Platitudes Of Grief Four Stages Through And No Acceptance Oh Christ Our Savior Taken From This Place Show Us Your Mercy Or Fall From Grace Oh Lord Our Father Thy Will Be Done Save Us This Suffering Or Cut Out Our Tongues