The Hand Of Man
Come the tides We hear tell of the mortal season Fed rife with rhyme and reason Tainted with despair
Kill-darkened skies Painted black, so black with misery Raining down with impunity
Oh, the cross we've brought to bear
In the treason fields Where man again destroys what man built
Man wears the weighted cloak of man's guilt For the blind we must remind
Raise your eyes Behind a martyr's mask of supplication
I find you guilty by association Mute, somehow divine
I Sing True I can see right through you
Thirst for truth Spit out the lies inside and search for meaning
The child in your hanging head lays bleeding Another dream to drown
Ignorance Seek your knowledge in the volumes of dust
Render all to ashes and rust And child, bring that hammer down
I sing true I can see right through you
These latter days They bear eternal winter's coming frost
And the death of innocence In this dying age we wander lost
Deny the Hand of Man
Celebrate Wherever mercy falls drunk you'll find me
In the gutter, ever in the company Of angels, and of kings
Millennium All the memories will fade like twilight
Take your place on either side of midnight And sing, dear brother, sing
I sing true I can see right through you
Right on cue That face you wear betrays you
