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come warm your hands on hellfire and brimstone
empty the pockets of the innocent victim
bound by fear
we misplace trust
in your voice
inside these walls
convincing us we have no choice
gaze upon these stare of naivete
two thousand years replaced
with eighteen inches of our faith
bound by fear
we misplace trust
in your voice
inside these walls
convincing us we have no choice
and this reflection
on where the message lies
stained glass and marble
or somewhere deep inside
(somewhere deep inside)
this message you will only find deep inside
to read these words
you keep looking down
but in the sky
this message is written in the clouds
come warm your hands on hellfire and brimstone  empty the pockets of the innocent victim  bound by fear  we misplace trust  in your voice  inside these walls  convincing us we have no choice  gaze upon these stare of naivete  two thousand years replaced  with eighteen inches of our faith  bound by fear  we misplace trust  in your voice  inside these walls  convincing us we have no choice  and this reflection  on where the message lies  stained glass and marble  or somewhere deep inside  (somewhere deep inside)  this message you will only find deep inside  to read these words  you keep looking down  but in the sky  this message is written in the clouds