Hands that hung the worlds in place Chose the nails The thorns The grave Blood that named me as His own I still spit His name like stone We cheat the truth We trade our vow A quiet knife behind the smile We crown ourselves on borrowed thrones Turning from the only home All of this love Met by our war All of this light We close the door He still reaches out Through the smoke of all our violence Through the lies we sing so loud Through the comfort of our silence Every wound we drove is crying Mercy Mercy on the crowd We deny Him Yet He still He still reaches out We steal the breath He gives each day Use it just to curse His name Mock the scars that paid our debt Like His heart could just forget But the sky is split with fire Hosts of heaven dressed for war Not to crush the ones who turn But to lift us from the storm All of this rage Met by His scars All of our chains Fall in His arms [Low vocal register] I have lied I have killed in thought I have taken what was never mine I have worn His crown and called it right I have turned away a thousand times Yet a hand still breaks the dark Calling out my rebel heart Child Repent Come home and see Live and never fall apart Stand with saints in armor bright Heaven's edge The final fight Washed and welcomed in His light Living Living Never die