It was in the way that He gripped his gun Swearing that He'd shoot everyone All of us assume there's No hope for him But we don't Know where he's been He screamed "you don't know where I've been" (chorus) I am more Than the truth you lack I am more what I can't take back I am more Than the critical Who are you to tell me who to be? How can I trust a room of Pharisees? Everybody stared when They brought her in A trial wasn't worth It for a whore But there was a man who Saw past her scars "Let him who has no sin, Cast the first stone" (Chorus) We are more Than the truth you lack We are more what I can't take back We are more Than the critical Who was I to tell you who to be? Who are we to tell them who to be? Only God can tell us who to be Since when did we become the Pharisees? We are more...