[Verse] I stopped looking outside for answers I've begun looking within I see a cloud of witnesses within A council of my righteous ancestors [Verse 2] Mystics who have parted the seas to cross Some have been pressed with rocks and crushed And the king of glory beaten, hung and on a cross Now I'm mature wine, fermented grapes are crushed [Chorus] All you can see is the beautiful scars All you can taste is the sweet and sours I hope when you feel you can touch the real I pray that you hear and you can no more fear [Outro] This is why I'm content This is why I'm full of content This is the colour of my blood A healing flood flowing when they crack this mud [Ending] （Instrumental）