Throwing Stones

She lifted her gaze to see the crowd They found her out, they're bearing down Their hate is hot and pouring out She's done her wrong, they have no doubt She knows she's sinned and knows what's next And cries aloud to all who'll hear But no one seems to care as they pick up their stones Her punishment to bear, she's on her own The crowd circles round, their stones in hand Arms lifted high on righteousness they stand Her guilt overt and worthy of reward Of the rocks and stones to be her final crown Feel the fire raining down Shield your soul before the jury The masses judge, condemn, and kill Feel the heat, their final fury Her body tightens Preparing for the blows Of what's to come Oh lord she knows So she clenches her fists And closes her eyes And purses her lips to quiet her cries Her guiltiness to bear, she's on her own Feel the fire raining down Shield your soul before the jury The masses judge, condemn, and kill Feel the heat, their final fury But as she braces She can hear the dropping rocks And the calling Of one man's final law Throw your stones if you wish Just throw them if you're without sin Condemn this woman And condemn yourselves