How long
Will they tear down the poor
Arise, Oh Lord
And strike silent the wicked song
How long
Will the tyrants and triumphs of evil survive
Arise, Oh Lord
Does your silence condone them all
Watch out my foot
Effortless you step astray
Turn now my eyes
Away from the pictures plastered all over
Virtue crawls on the floor (out the door)
Culture quiets all the good men who stand for
Forward marching on till we're purged of
All our inconvenient beliefs
The cloud takes demon shape
Filling the sky
It is screaming Arrow points
Falling, arcing downward
Cover! Cover! My fellow man
Swissed red to bits unblinking next to me
How have the songs of my heart named villains
Outside the shield that I never earned
Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Speak truths that I have hidden
Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Fill my heart with your unending love
If I wanted to show you evil
If I wanted to show you evil
I'd find it, I'd find it where I see it best
I point it out in my own heart
In light of that we should shut up and be a little more humble