Lay your burdens down with mine,
We are cut from the same skin.
Here, all our faults are enshrined
Because there is no where left to run.

Lay your troubles down with mine,
Right off you broken shoulders.
Leave our failures far behind
Like little paper flowers on fire.

Lay you burdens down with me,
We have something to claim here.
Long ago we were in exile,
But I won't bow my head tonight.

The heirs of Philistines have lost their minds,
Only those fearful serve them.
Soon...their daughter's wombs will open wide
Like little paper flowers on fire.

Lay, yeah, lay
Down in the cross-hairs sights.

Lay, yeah, lay
Down in my arms tonight.