And the Blind Shall See, and the Deaf Shall Hear

### [Verse 1]
You were born in a house of glass,
With a golden spoon and a perfect past.
You wear your virtue like a heavy crown,
Looking for a sinner just to cast them down.
Who gave you the gavel? Who made you the king?
Of a court where the angels refuse to sing.
### [Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, who drew the line in the shifting sand?
Who put the judgment in your clean, white hand?
You call it justice, I call it a lie,
While you’re pointing fingers at the open sky.
### [Chorus]
So who are you to judge the wild and the broken?
Who are you to weigh the words left unspoken?
You play the saint in your masquerade,
But we are the fire that you couldn't fade!
Leave the broken hearts alone, go fix your own,
Let the rebels find their way back home.
### [Verse 2]
We were born in the beautiful mess,
Trading your safety for a wild caress.
Yeah, we tripped, we fell, we got some scars,
But at least we’re looking at the very same stars.
You’re so busy counting every single sin,
You forgot how it feels to let the light shine in.
### [Chorus]
So who are you to judge the wild and the broken?
Who are you to weigh the words left unspoken?
You play the saint in your masquerade,
But we are the fire that you couldn't fade!
Leave the broken hearts alone, go fix your own,
Let the rebels find their way back home.
### [Bridge]
Clean your own windows before you watch my rain,
Find your own joy, heal your own pain.
This world is spinning, it’s a beautiful ride,
Stop drowning in your holy pride.
Just look at the beauty, let the anger cease...
Leave us our chaos, and find your own peace.
### [Chorus]
So who are you to judge the wild and the broken?
Who are you to weigh the words left unspoken?
You play the saint in your masquerade,
But we are the fire that you couldn't fade!
Leave the broken hearts alone, go fix your own,
Let the rebels find their way back home.
### [Outro]
Go paint your canvas, I’ll sing my song,
Life is too short to prove who is wrong.
Look at the sunrise, look at the sky,
Let the hypocrites wonder why.
Just mind your business... and let it be.
The world is beautiful.

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### [Verse 1] You were born in a house of glass, With a golden spoon and a perfect past. You wear your virtue like a heavy crown, Looking for a sinner just to cast them down. Who gave you the gavel? Who made you the king? Of a court where the angels refuse to sing. ### [Pre-Chorus] Tell me, who drew the line in the shifting sand? Who put the judgment in your clean, white hand? You call it justice, I call it a lie, While you’re pointing fingers at the open sky. ### [Chorus] So who are you to judge the wild and the broken? Who are you to weigh the words left unspoken? You play the saint in your masquerade, But we are the fire that you couldn't fade! Leave the broken hearts alone, go fix your own, Let the rebels find their way back home. ### [Verse 2] We were born in the beautiful mess, Trading your safety for a wild caress. Yeah, we tripped, we fell, we got some scars, But at least we’re looking at the very same stars. You’re so busy counting every single sin, You forgot how it feels to let the light shine in. ### [Chorus] So who are you to judge the wild and the broken? Who are you to weigh the words left unspoken? You play the saint in your masquerade, But we are the fire that you couldn't fade! Leave the broken hearts alone, go fix your own, Let the rebels find their way back home. ### [Bridge] Clean your own windows before you watch my rain, Find your own joy, heal your own pain. This world is spinning, it’s a beautiful ride, Stop drowning in your holy pride. Just look at the beauty, let the anger cease... Leave us our chaos, and find your own peace. ### [Chorus] So who are you to judge the wild and the broken? Who are you to weigh the words left unspoken? You play the saint in your masquerade, But we are the fire that you couldn't fade! Leave the broken hearts alone, go fix your own, Let the rebels find their way back home. ### [Outro] Go paint your canvas, I’ll sing my song, Life is too short to prove who is wrong. Look at the sunrise, look at the sky, Let the hypocrites wonder why. Just mind your business... and let it be. The world is beautiful.

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