The Writing In the Sand-Theocracy

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Benson, Smith [00:49.000]As the circle forms tonight [00:53.000]And I take my place to execute my "right" [00:57.000]Call the filthy ones into my sight [01:01.000]Bring the sinners one by one [01:05.000]Stones of judgment shall avenge the things they've done [01:09.000]But then I raise my head and stare into the Son [01:20.000]Oh, then I feel my blood run cold [01:27.000]Eyes like the sharpest blade [01:30.000]That penetrate to the bottom of my soul [01:36.000]Words of truth that cut so deep [01:40.000]You write the lines of mystery [01:44.000]I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away [01:53.000]When the mirror's shown to me [01:57.000]I see my own hypocrisy [02:01.000]And weep upon the writing in the sand [02:08.000]All the things I try to hide [02:12.000]All the times that I avoid your eyes [02:16.000]Thinking somehow I can live the lie [02:20.000]When the truth becomes too great [02:24.000]And I can't try to clean my rotten, filthy state [02:28.000]Or the hidden sins that doom me to my fate [02:38.000]Oh, I can't hide it from Your sight [02:45.000]You search out the secret things, the darkest dreams [02:50.000]And reveal them in the light [02:55.000]Words of truth that cut so deep [02:59.000]You write the lines of mystery [03:03.000]I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away [03:12.000]When the mirror's shown to me [03:16.000]I see my own hypocrisy [03:20.000]And weep upon the writing in the sand [04:54.000]When the writing in the sand has washed away [05:02.000]I could never turn and walk the other way [05:10.000]For the words are carved into my very soul [05:19.000]And the light exposes everything I know [05:26.000]And all I've ever known [05:29.000]Let him who had no sin [05:32.000]Cast the first stone [05:36.000]When the mirror's shown to me [05:40.000]I see my own hypocrisy [05:44.000]And weep upon the writing in the sand [05:53.000]Words of truth that cut so deep [05:57.000]You write the lines of mystery [06:01.000]I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away [06:10.000]When the mirror's shown to me [06:14.000]I see my own hypocrisy [06:18.000]And weep upon the writing in the sand [06:26.000]Words of truth that cut so deep [06:30.000]You write the lines of mystery [06:34.000]I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away