Look, there it is
Can you believe it?
Glory arise, leave to wander
Feel of my hand, I'm the dealer
Many will come, saying I am the prophet
Son of man, Matthew spoke to the lost and the damned

Soul on parole
Soul on parole

The gospel itself lacks an offer
The urge to believe must believe wrong
Son of man, saints go marching in with saints

Soul on parole
Soul on parole

It's a sign, King Herod replied
A massacre's needed in order to withhold a throne
Oh my Bethlehem
I will reign in blood until my enemies are slain

A time that suffered is tuned to rejection
A mind that thinks all is wrong
Judgment's upon you, the kingdom of Heaven
It's found at the stairs of the church
Listen, Messiah, for I'm only human
I march for a chair by the throne
Deception, cunning and restoration
In other words, you're not alone
Ooh, I'm so clear
Fate has got me this far
Now I need to receive
Won't you guide my way if I believe?

Soul on parole
Soul on parole
Soul on parole
Soul on parole
Soul on parole
Soul on parole