"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