Scarlet letter hanging like fruit low on the cherry tree
Thunder tumbles – when will Jesus ever struggle free?
Nobody, it never seems, has ever heard his screaming plea
We point our finger; we throw our stone
We blame our brother; we break our home
This is the world – we created the world
Let the scales drop from your eyes
You been in hell long enough now it's time to rise
Poison apple missing a bite – my foe stretched in the shade
I held my wrath – look now what my secrets made
Is it just the thought of getting caught that keeps me afraid?
(I need to) Find the garden; seek the grail
Take the bride; tear the veil
This is our world – this lovely, messed-up world
Give up your anger – drop your lies
You've been afraid long enough now it's time to rise
Like a bird who finally feels her wings
Fly from this grove of sorrow
Meet us here tomorrow; we'll all join hands
Consider our horizon, and we'll make our stand
And rise…
Three days in the grave, child, I think is time
Enough, let’s roll back the stone – this world is no longer mine
You gotta heal the wounds – you gotta find the shine
Fight your fear; let go the rage
It's time to usher in a healing age
This is your world – it's time to save the world
Let the pennies drop from your eyes
On your feet, take this hand, make your stand, and rise…
Rise…!
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