Blood Has Been Shed Intervention Lyrics

Never asked you for a thing,
Yet you pushed me aside,
On bended knee I served,
And that day was the birth of a slow death,
Defiler I was meat at your table,
I would pay not to fall from your grace,
My blood and my tears were tokens,
I was waste to be expelled,
To you I was just a number.

Forgotten on the chopping block,
My blood flows like any others,
To find pleasure in my disgrace,
You held my life in your hands,
Your exceptance the air I breathe.