[Intro — slow fuzz, tape-echo] Bell of the temple… melts into rain. Stone on the mountain… turns into flame. [Verse 1] Ink on the tablet, fire in the sky, A mirror that names you and never says why. Every last letter stands over your head, A schoolmaster walking you down to the dead. The yoke is a circle, the circle a law, And the law is a curse if you break even one. [Pre-chorus] Cursed is the one who hangs on the tree— He took the whole sentence that was hanging on me. [Chorus] The law was fulfilled when the sun went black, Nails in the wood and no turning back. We’re no longer under a guardian’s hand, The tutor is over, the Son is the land. Drink from the wound where the curtain was torn, The curse is a corpse and the dead law is worn. [Verse 2] Guardian at the gate with a rod and a scroll, Counting your failures, collecting your soul. Faith was the door before Sinai spoke, Abraham staring through stars and through smoke. Now that the faith has come into view, The schoolhouse is empty—the teacher is through. [Chorus] The law was fulfilled when the sun went black, Nails in the wood and no turning back. We’re no longer under a guardian’s hand, The tutor is over, the Son is the land. Drink from the wound where the curtain was torn, The curse is a corpse and the dead law is worn. [Bridge — wah, backward vocal] One… one… one broken line. He became the curse so the cursed could shine. Not erased like a rumor—completed in blood. The map is the body, the body is love. Whoa-oh… the letters dissolve… Whoa-oh… the Spirit, not stone… [Final chorus — double time then collapse] The law was fulfilled when the sun went black. No longer a slave to the guardian’s track. All who stay under it stay in the curse— He bought us out, verse by verse. The schoolmaster bows. The prison is day. Walk in the light that the law could not say. [Outro] Stone… into breath. Rule… into rest. Curse… into guest.
