Hilton

Persecuted, Glorified

Drifting in and out of Shadows

Can’t control your Fate, Can’t control your Pride

The fabric of your marrow

Faces shaded, Voices whispered

Your shaking hands are shaking hands

Pass it around, your bitter pill

The blind believers stand in line

Veil your desire, implement your will

Your tiny clock is keeping time

Faces lifted, Voices kindred

Your shaking hands are shaking hands

Realization, Spiral out

The silence makes the body quiver

Truth is freedom, the caged are devout

Their candles start to flicker

Faces lowered, Voices strickened

Your shaking hands are shaking hands