Текст песни Providence

My eyes open up A sea of faces without names fills the room And we'll swallow God Our bread: his body left to rot. If it's all the same, we'll stay the same Now hollower eyes allow us to see our complacent bodies And if sight is opinion then how can it be grounds for belief? And we'll blame it on providence slipped through fingertips stretched out to the splitting And accuse the thrones of greater men If pride is a kingly crown then on my head it's overturned I hear the simple swells of grace falling down like rain