Hands of God
I used to believe
But now my belief turns to dust
At the feet of the altar
The altar of lust
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Drowned in holy water
Held below by my shame
Beg for forgiveness at the feet of the one
Who knows both heaven and hell
Kneel for confession, you bastard
This is the first and second death
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
We did it to ourselves
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing
Broken spirits just longing for substance
Madonna weeps for her children
Fathers tear at their robes
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of control
Lay me down to rest
Rip out my heart from my chest
And wash the guilt from you bloodstained hands
Lay me down to rest
Lay me down to rest
This is the first and second death
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing
Broken spirits just longing for substance
Broken bodies, reduce them to nothing
Broken spirits, just longing for substance
Guilty followers, disciples of fraud
Suffocated by the Hands of God
Guilty followers, disciples of fraud
Suffocated by the Hands of God
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
This is the first and second death
There's no sanctuary here
Suffocated by the Hands of God
No sanctuary
No sanctuary here
But now my belief turns to dust
At the feet of the altar
The altar of lust
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Drowned in holy water
Held below by my shame
Beg for forgiveness at the feet of the one
Who knows both heaven and hell
Kneel for confession, you bastard
This is the first and second death
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
We did it to ourselves
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing
Broken spirits just longing for substance
Madonna weeps for her children
Fathers tear at their robes
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of control
Lay me down to rest
Rip out my heart from my chest
And wash the guilt from you bloodstained hands
Lay me down to rest
Lay me down to rest
This is the first and second death
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing
Broken spirits just longing for substance
Broken bodies, reduce them to nothing
Broken spirits, just longing for substance
Guilty followers, disciples of fraud
Suffocated by the Hands of God
Guilty followers, disciples of fraud
Suffocated by the Hands of God
The saints are raising hell
They say we did it to ourselves
This is the first and second death
There's no sanctuary here
Suffocated by the Hands of God
No sanctuary
No sanctuary here
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Allison, Antonio Dibiasio Iii, Douglas Roy Boylan, Joshua Joseph Mauro
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