Under The Blood - Steve Taylor

«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