Hosana - Gurz Lyrics

One of them calls you out
The other mends your hope
A cyclical enterprise at best
But you're no tired trope

I'll be there to lend you a mirror
But you'll have to dry your own eyes
I'm not sure how to make it clear that
I refuse to be captive
To your mountain of spite

Brother, I'm waiting to be found
There's no one else worth keeping around
'Cause it's circuses, all the way down
Carousels and infinite clowns
Circuses driving me underground

I'm no exception
And clearly neither are you
Tongue-tied by this futile regression
Flailing against my suffocating ruse

Building us up as He slaughters our brothers
Banding together to keep out the others
Filling a yawning void with vitriol

Devouring whispers that inch us ahead
Dwelling inside all the callous unsaid
Leaving behind us a wake of fruitless toil