Come warm your hands On hellfire and brimstone, Empty the pockets Of the innocent victim.
[Chorus:] Bound by fear, We misplace trust in your voice, Inside these walls convincing us We have no choice...
Gaze upon these stares of naivete, Two thousand years replaced With eighteen inches of our faith.
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And this reflection on Where the message lies, Stained glass and marble Or somewhere deep inside? This message you will only find Deep inside, To read these words You keep looking down, But in the sky this message Is written, in the clouds...