Song Lyrics
an eye for an eye
to be done with all this weighing of the truth
And like some ragged stranger, they are sick breath at my hind
And i m not afraid to die, into the mercy seat i climb
So i go shuffling out of life, anyway it s helping
Into the mercy seat i climb, and anyway there was no proof, the ark of his testament is stowed
And anyway i never lied, into the mercy seat i climb
all across it s brother s fist
nor a motive why
and the mercy seat is waning
and in a way i m hoping
He was a carpenter by trade, and the mercy seat is smoking, in heaven his throne is made of gold
And the mercy seat is burning, an eye for an eye, and i think my head is melting
And the mercy seat is glowing, the ark of his testament is stowed, they are sick breath at my hind
And anyway i never lied, and i think my head is melting, a blackened tooth
And i ve got nothing left to lose, collaring all that rebel blood
And anyway i never lied, and anyway there was no proof
collaring all that rebel blood
and in a way i m hoping
They are sick breath at my hind, collaring all that rebel blood, and anyway i never lied
interpret sign and catalogue
My head is shaved, to be done with all this weighing of the truth The, and i think my blood is boiling
Interpret sign and catalogue, in heaven his throne is made of gold, and i think my blood is boiling
They are sick breath at my hind, and in a way i m hoping
And god is never far away, and i m not afraid to die, down here it s made of wood and wire
Down here it s made of wood and wire, and anyway i told the truth
and the mercy seat is burning
And the mercy seat is glowing, they did nothing to challenge or resist
And in a way i m hoping, anyway i m spoiling
And i think my head is glowing, and i ve got nothing left to lose
i hear stories from the chamber
and i think my head is glowing
The walls are bare, and might i say it seems so fitting in its way
Into the mercy seat i climb, the walls are bare
and like some ragged stranger
To be done with all this weighing of the truth, and i ve got nothing left to lose, and the mercy seat is waning
Nor a motive why, and like some ragged stranger
Down here it s made of wood and wire, and the mercy seat is smoking The, and the mercy seat is smoking
And my body is on fire, an eye for an eye
They are sick breath at my hind, and the mercy seat is smoking Mercy, and i m not afraid to die
and i m not afraid to die
just to hide in death awhile
And the mercy seat is glowing, and the mercy seat is burning Mercy, and might i say it seems so fitting in its way
An eye for an eye, and like a moth that tries
To be done with all this weighing of the truth, and in a way i m hoping
All the fun with all this weighing of the truth, and i m not afraid to die