Under the Blood

Contradiction is the word which best suits this life A life of right and wrong, where wrong is twisted into right The heart is exploding and the mind is racing And we find ourselves running out of human breath The stale life of routine wavers and stagnates And we experiment and toil in the fertile ground The answers are seldom given to unpopular questions Justify our hearts by what we selfishly hope to achieve I will live my life Under the blood All signs point deliberately the other way The road is slow and misery will be our company For to find true peace in this life we must forsake All reason and conscience and cleave to God's faith Peace comes from above I have found no other If we remove ourselves from that hope Can love truly prevail?