You'll paint this town black with the laws that you craft
Then turn it all red with the fires they set


As faith consents to arrogance
You name their plague with elegance
The judgment's made but don't forget

'You were never one of them'

We're all trying

To find our way in the dark
But your lanterns look more like torches
And your rescue coercion and you stand so confident

If he's so holy why aren't you trembling?

The fire's is in your house!

And there's no time left to sort this out
All of us are guilty men
There is no line between us and them

There's no place for entitlement
For mercy falls on shattered men
And God will crush the prideful ones

I never knew you

Fear and trembling brothers