"Sell a mirage," says The Voice of The Cunning   Button-down yes-men market it well   "Sell a mirage and the hordes come running."   Cheap grace rains like pennies from hell       In the cool flame flickers some psychopath stickman   Weeping to the cameras   Begging for trust   But the seeds lie here   In a proud heart needing your covering under...       Under the blood   Under the blood   A cover under the blood   Under the blood   Under the blood   There's a refuge under the blood       Shutter the room   There's a Light penetrating   Stickmen tremble and cover their eyes   Shutter this room   There's a judgement waiting   Cheap grace rains down quite a surprise       In the stained glass ghetto   There's a hired hand setting up a table   In remembrance of no one at all   And if I'm that man   Could your mercy bring me back   Into communion?       Under the blood   Under the blood   Communion under the blood   Under the blood   Under the blood   Can you reach me?       Under the blood   There's a light in the hollow   Under the blood   Where you lead I will follow   And the blitzkrieg drones   And the bleeding earth groans   And your Comforter heals me, whispering hope       You're alive   In the soul of a sinner   Cover me under...   Under the blood