[Verse 1] Old Book says, "Lord, don't burn the city for the ten," But the fire don’t ask who’s a saint and who has sinned. A few men trade in shadows, a few men plant the thorn, But it’s the quiet fields nearby where the harvest gets all torn. [Chorus] Oh, the net is cast so wide, it drags the bottom of the sea, Catching the weary soul who just wanted to be free. They’re aiming for the wolf, but they’re hitting every lamb, Living in the wreckage of a righteous, heavy hand. [Verse 2] There’s a fever in the justice, a blindness in the rage, Writing names of the blameless on a dark and bloody page. I’ve seen the children crying for a debt they didn't make, Watching every pillar crumble for a few men’s big mistake. [Bridge] How many tears to wash the stains? How much blood for a drop of rain? Stop the hammer, hold the light— Don't let the morning die within the night. [Outro] Spare the house... Spare the heart... Don't let the innocent... Be torn apart.
Comments are disabled on this song