You'll paint this town black with the laws that you craft   Then turn it all red with the fires they set      As faith consents to arrogance   You name their plague with elegance   The judgment's made but don't forget   'You were never one of them'      We're all trying   To find our way in the dark   But your lanterns look more like torches   And your rescue coercion and you stand so confident   If he's so holy why aren't you trembling?      The fire's is in your house!   And there's no time left to sort this out   All of us are guilty men   There is no line between us and them   There's no place for entitlement   For mercy falls on shattered men   and God will crush the prideful ones   I never knew you      Fear and trembling brothers