Lion and Lamb

Is it wrong for me to try
to rid myself of all this time
to cleanse my soul by being trite,
to protect myself my right?

Is it not blood that sets us free?
Shed our life to help us see,
nothing we do can make it go away
except to numb ourselves from pain?

I swear I've always looked right past
and now run out of things to grasp
Tired optimistic view
and the excuse I made for what you do.

I lay down next to a lion
absorb his cruelty piece by piece
I know the power of the creature
He's a predatory beast

But the lamb in me knows he's mistaken
if he thinks I'll be his feast
for while I lie down in his blanket
I know I'll be gone before he's on his feet

there's power in the knowing
that I have played your very game
that I have taken away your glory
you never fooled me with your name

I took the steps I took well knowing (this time)
that while I sacrificed my soul
I never once believed your beauty
I always knew what was your goal.