Estrange کے بول

Take your cheap shot, point your finger to blame But you hardly know their names You're just a God fearing hypocrite Just another sinning saint Grace show us your face and bring redemption We've all lost sight of the call A dimming light with every generation We will be the death of us all You look with judging eyes but we all have so much To hide behind our masks and cheap disguises Grace show us your face and bring redemption We've all lost sight of the call A dimming light with every generation We will be the death of us all, grace show your face We are calloused and numb We are wool covered wolves and we feed on our young Steal a breath from a gasping lung Then use it to preach on compassion and love God, how can you love such a beast?