Lyrics

Verse 1:**
*The moon’s a sickle, the stars are scars,*
*Your breath turns to frost in this garden of ours.*
*The olive trees twist like betrayal’s veins,*
*And the dirt drinks the tears that Your sweat can’t contain.*
*You begged the boys, but they’re lost in sleep,*
*Their snores like a requiem, cheap and deep.*
*Alone with the weight of the world’s cracked spine,*
*You whisper, *“Father… this cup isn’t mine.”*

**Chorus:**
***If it’s Your will, let it pass, let it bleed—***
*But the silence thunders like a cancered creed.*
*Your blood’s not wine, it’s a flood of *why?***
*As the angels sob in the coal-black sky.*
***The cup’s a casket, the wine’s a cry—***
*God playing dead as His Son asks to die.*

**Verse 2:**
*The ground’s a sponge for Your crimson sweat,*
*Each drop screams *“Abba, don’t love them yet!”*
*The serpent’s laugh coils around Your throat,*
*“*This is mercy? Just cut the rope!”*
*You’re Atlas undone, the cosmos in clay,*
*Crushed by the debt You agreed to pay.*
*The *yes* in Your throat feels like swallowed knives,*
*But hell’s on the line, and love’s got no price.*

**Bridge (Dialogue with the Father):**
***Jesus:*** *“Did You hear the locusts gnaw my name?*
*Is this the plan—just glory through the pain?”*
***The Father:*** *“My Son, My Son… the world’s gone dim,*
*But I can’t stop the clock. This hymn—*
*It has to hurt.”*

**Breakdown:**
*(Whispers over tremolo guitars)*
*The cup’s not passing.*
*The cup’s not passing.*
*The cup’s not passing.*
***SWALLOW IT WHOLE.***

**Final Chorus:**
***If it’s Your will, let me drown, let me break—***
*Turn my lungs to dust for the sinners’ sake.*
*The cross is a compass, the nails are the *why**,
*But You’ll drink it all ’til the well runs dry.*
***The cup’s a casket, the wine’s a cry—***
*Love’s suicide in a scarlet sky.*

**Outro:**
*(Falsetto over fading piano)*
*Judas’s feet crunch the gravel outside,*
*Your *“not my will”* becomes the bride.*
*The kiss is a blade, the night’s a *yes**,
*And heaven dies in a blood-soaked dress