All In Your Hands

We have risen from the garden

You have laid to waste

All for your love

Paint the cross white, burn the car

The records are erased

All for your love

Always some distraction in the way

The more I think of consequence

The more I lose my faith

Wait a bit for mercy, it’s too late

Whether we come through or down is

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

What of this destruction in your wake?

All is haunted, all we’ve grown

Is burning while we wait

For the retribution you will face

If it comes to one, it comes to all

In your Hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands

All in your hands