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You'll paint this town black with the laws that you craftThen turn it all red with the fires they setAs faith consents to arroganceYou name their plague with eleganceThe judgment's made but don't forget'You were never one of them'We're all tryingTo find our way in the darkBut your lanterns look more like torchesAnd your rescue coercion and you stand so confidentIf he's so holy why aren't you trembling?The fire's is in your house!And there's no time left to sort this outAll of us are guilty menThere is no line between us and themThere's no place for entitlementFor mercy falls on shattered menand God will crush the prideful onesI never knew youFear and trembling brothers Aus Songtexte Mania