Never on the outside
Never even looking in
You can't see the beauty
Of the places where I've been
But I can't even take you there
You can't trust that fiery mare
Lurking at the bottom
At the bottom of the sea
Shattered
The bones begin to crack
Shattered
The smoke we see is black
We're tainted, polluted
Love of God
Anointed, uprooted
Love of God
Take heed, tread lightly
Do come but beware my Christ
Stay aware now, shine brightly
What we seek is highly priced
You wouldn't think about tomorrow
You wouldn't worry 'bout the rest
Though it could make you humble
After all it's just a test
Shattered
The bones begin to crack
Shattered
The smoke we see is black
We're tainted, polluted
Love of God
Anointed, uprooted
Love of God
We're tainted, polluted
Love of God
Anointed, uprooted
Love of God
We're tainted, polluted
Love of God
Anointed, uprooted
Love of God
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