From where I sit, I see the way things are
The way they've always been
From here the heavens seem a little far
In this world filled with sin
And with these hands I keep the memory
Of the things we've had to bear
I mark the names of who will pay
When we are free
I knit a picture of the way it ought to be
When people are thirsty
And ready and willing
Then it won't be long till
Something else but wine is spilling
The butcher is idle
When people are starving
But it won't be long till
There's another kind of carving
Look into the future
And what do you see there
And if we do nothing
Can you guarantee we'll be there
Stop calling to heaven
Stop praying for answers
Just know that divinest intervention is the hand of man
But when does it finish?
Just where is the ending?
How far is too far?
When are we past the point of bending?
Look into the future
And what do you see there
And if we do nothing
Can you guarantee that we will even be there
We've always known the world is black and cold
And human life is cheap
We've always known those men are out for blood
And God is fast asleep
But you must keep that rage inside you
And remember every wrong
And then it won't be long
When tomorrow comes
We can make them pay
And then it won't be long
When tomorrow comes
We can make them bleed
And we can make this world the way it ought to be
When will we see that day?
When will it be that way?
The way it ought to be

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