Song | As the World Bleeds |
Artist | Theocracy |
Album | As the World Bleeds |
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Why do we only call Your name when there’s no one else to call? | |
And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall | |
Why do we say You’ve failed us and You’ve turned Your eyes away | |
When we’re only sleeping in the bed we made? | |
Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence? | |
Why’s the path we’ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence? | |
Why’d we ignore the warnings that we’ve read and always known | |
And get angry when we reap the things we’ve sown? | |
So we blame You | |
‘Cause our world’s not come out right | |
While the devil’s masquerading | |
As an angel of the light | |
Just imagine | |
All the pride and all the nerve | |
To ask where You’ve been, when we’re the ones we serve | |
It’s not a mystery, it’s been foretold | |
But we ignored the warning bell so long ago | |
There’s a way that seems right unto men, but we’ll die with the wages of sin | |
As the world lies bleeding | |
The giant is no longer sleeping | |
Poisoned harvest reaping | |
Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
Gone | |
We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say | |
Then curse the skies when You don’t come clean up the ugly mess we’ve made | |
But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole | |
We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said | |
We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed | |
Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control | |
As the world lies bleeding | |
The giant is no longer sleeping | |
All we’ve sown now reaping | |
Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
See us – Our promised land of milk and honey | |
Became a land of filth and money | |
Like Babylon and Rome before | |
A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore | |
See us – Living in our ivory towers | |
Self-appointed kings with no power | |
Built a monument to man | |
We’re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land | |
This is the system we’ve created | |
This is the world so devastated | |
This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone | |
This is the monster now awakened | |
This is our legacy creation | |
This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own | |
This is our masterpiece: corruption | |
This is our monument: destruction | |
Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black | |
This is the road to Hell we’ve wandered | |
This is inheritance we’ve squandered | |
So raise a glass to all we’ve lost and wonder if we’ll ever get it back | |
Nations calling “Our will be done, mankind answers to no one” | |
But now it has begun – In death, our sin hath borne a son | |
Please forgive us for we’ve only made it worse | |
Even after You had warned us | |
Sin would only bring a curse | |
Guess we knew better so we went a different way | |
Now we’re only sleeping in the bed we made | |
All the glory and the power left this place | |
When we turned our backs upon You | |
And chose to live in our disgrace | |
But You warned us | |
And You let us have our way | |
Now we’re only drowning in the mess we made | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands |
Why do we only call Your name when there' s no one else to call? | |
And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall | |
Why do we say You' ve failed us and You' ve turned Your eyes away | |
When we' re only sleeping in the bed we made? | |
Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence? | |
Why' s the path we' ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence? | |
Why' d we ignore the warnings that we' ve read and always known | |
And get angry when we reap the things we' ve sown? | |
So we blame You | |
' Cause our world' s not come out right | |
While the devil' s masquerading | |
As an angel of the light | |
Just imagine | |
All the pride and all the nerve | |
To ask where You' ve been, when we' re the ones we serve | |
It' s not a mystery, it' s been foretold | |
But we ignored the warning bell so long ago | |
There' s a way that seems right unto men, but we' ll die with the wages of sin | |
As the world lies bleeding | |
The giant is no longer sleeping | |
Poisoned harvest reaping | |
Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
Gone | |
We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say | |
Then curse the skies when You don' t come clean up the ugly mess we' ve made | |
But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole | |
We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said | |
We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed | |
Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control | |
As the world lies bleeding | |
The giant is no longer sleeping | |
All we' ve sown now reaping | |
Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
See us Our promised land of milk and honey | |
Became a land of filth and money | |
Like Babylon and Rome before | |
A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore | |
See us Living in our ivory towers | |
Selfappointed kings with no power | |
Built a monument to man | |
We' re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land | |
This is the system we' ve created | |
This is the world so devastated | |
This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone | |
This is the monster now awakened | |
This is our legacy creation | |
This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own | |
This is our masterpiece: corruption | |
This is our monument: destruction | |
Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black | |
This is the road to Hell we' ve wandered | |
This is inheritance we' ve squandered | |
So raise a glass to all we' ve lost and wonder if we' ll ever get it back | |
Nations calling " Our will be done, mankind answers to no one" | |
But now it has begun In death, our sin hath borne a son | |
Please forgive us for we' ve only made it worse | |
Even after You had warned us | |
Sin would only bring a curse | |
Guess we knew better so we went a different way | |
Now we' re only sleeping in the bed we made | |
All the glory and the power left this place | |
When we turned our backs upon You | |
And chose to live in our disgrace | |
But You warned us | |
And You let us have our way | |
Now we' re only drowning in the mess we made | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands |
Why do we only call Your name when there' s no one else to call? | |
And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall | |
Why do we say You' ve failed us and You' ve turned Your eyes away | |
When we' re only sleeping in the bed we made? | |
Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence? | |
Why' s the path we' ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence? | |
Why' d we ignore the warnings that we' ve read and always known | |
And get angry when we reap the things we' ve sown? | |
So we blame You | |
' Cause our world' s not come out right | |
While the devil' s masquerading | |
As an angel of the light | |
Just imagine | |
All the pride and all the nerve | |
To ask where You' ve been, when we' re the ones we serve | |
It' s not a mystery, it' s been foretold | |
But we ignored the warning bell so long ago | |
There' s a way that seems right unto men, but we' ll die with the wages of sin | |
As the world lies bleeding | |
The giant is no longer sleeping | |
Poisoned harvest reaping | |
Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
Gone | |
We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say | |
Then curse the skies when You don' t come clean up the ugly mess we' ve made | |
But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole | |
We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said | |
We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed | |
Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control | |
As the world lies bleeding | |
The giant is no longer sleeping | |
All we' ve sown now reaping | |
Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
See us Our promised land of milk and honey | |
Became a land of filth and money | |
Like Babylon and Rome before | |
A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore | |
See us Living in our ivory towers | |
Selfappointed kings with no power | |
Built a monument to man | |
We' re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land | |
This is the system we' ve created | |
This is the world so devastated | |
This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone | |
This is the monster now awakened | |
This is our legacy creation | |
This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own | |
This is our masterpiece: corruption | |
This is our monument: destruction | |
Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black | |
This is the road to Hell we' ve wandered | |
This is inheritance we' ve squandered | |
So raise a glass to all we' ve lost and wonder if we' ll ever get it back | |
Nations calling " Our will be done, mankind answers to no one" | |
But now it has begun In death, our sin hath borne a son | |
Please forgive us for we' ve only made it worse | |
Even after You had warned us | |
Sin would only bring a curse | |
Guess we knew better so we went a different way | |
Now we' re only sleeping in the bed we made | |
All the glory and the power left this place | |
When we turned our backs upon You | |
And chose to live in our disgrace | |
But You warned us | |
And You let us have our way | |
Now we' re only drowning in the mess we made | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands | |
Blood on our hands |