Lay It Down کے بول

We all are vessels of amity But we want to wrestle With our own destiny Our own salvation Is a narrow road Paved with explanations It's starting to erode Lay it down, lay it down Lay it down, lay it down We are perfected as ancient trees But we feel rejected Like a new disease What will it take for us to see We're not a mistake Or a losing plea (if we) Lay it down, lay it down Lay it down, lay it down