"Sell a mirage,"
Says the voice of the cunning
bu*ton-down yes-men
Market it well
"Sell a mirage,
And the hordes come running"
Cheap grace rains
Like pennies from hell
In the cool flame flickers
Some psychopath stick-man
Weeping to the cameras
Begging for trust
But the seeds lie here
In a proud heart needing
Your covering under
Under the blood
Under the blood
A cover under the blood
Under the blood
Under the blood
There's a refuge under the blood
Shutter the room
There's a light penetrating
Stick-men tremble
And cover their eyes
Shutter this room
There's a judgment waiting
Cheap grace rains down
Quite a surprise
In the stained gla** ghetto
There's a hired hand setting
Up a table in remembrance
Of no one at all
And if I'm that man
Could your mercy bring me back
Into a communion...?
Under the blood
Under the blood
Communion under the blood
Under the blood
Under the blood
Can you reach me...?
Under the blood
There's a light in the hollow
Under the blood
Where you lead I will follow
And the blitzkrieg drones
And the bleeding earth groans
And your Comforter heals me
Whispering hope
You're alive
In the soul of a sinner
Cover me under
Under the blood