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.
[Chorus]
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…