lyrics
Their eyes are locked in on their target, they tell they know.
Make way for the hostage, make way for the host, make sure that the river is running freely. It won't surrender, it won't let the flood that is spilt keep me in. I walk in the wake of the Finnegan.
They sit at the table fighting like dogs for the meat at the bones. And they're blind or won't see it, I thought the church that they built was a hospital. Make way for the hostage, make way for the host that is feeding on victims, they're blessing their own sentence.
I'm scared because I believed this is not what the church was created for, and if the Son has instructed "you shall not quarry", what are you waging? Who are you to decide our ways? Who are we to churn on mistakes? Just what is our domain? We won't let the blood that is spilt keep us out. We are the wake of the Finnegan.
We sit at the table fighting like dogs for the meat at the bones. And we're blind or won't see it, I though the church that we built was a hospital. Make way for the hostage, make way for the Holy Ghost, make sure that the ground that you tread is holy.
Are we to judge by our own God's law, or the law of men?
Make way for the hostage, make way for the host
Are we to judge by our own God's law?
credits
released December 15, 2014
Written and performed by Search for Safety
Produced and mixed by Håvard Træthaug at Vålerenga Platefabrikk
Mastered by Knut Bjørnar Asphol at Masterpool
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