50 Lashes - Floating Action

Rake me over a line of coals, throw me into the sea

Barely able to thinkin' of, when it’s over me

I see an army in the darkness

I can’t take more than fifty lashes

Could you please just open the door

When it’s too late to sell my gold, too late to be in control

Barely able to pull my torn blanket over me

Traded food for my destiny, then sold the food for my soul

Sign confession, then drink it down, prophecy fulfilled