Fury For The Taking

Now I'm seeing you clearly

No mirror, just broken glass

A perfect picture distorted

A crooked smile more crooked

can't tell what I'm looking at

Den of rebels

What have you made of this Place

You're called to care for His sheep

Instead you sharpen your teeth

You show the branch in your right hand

We miss the knife at our throat

Spit in the face of the saints

You take from widows & orphans

but you're the one that's shorted

But you're the one that's shorted

You're the one that's shorted

Strike the shepherd (Strike the shepherd)

to scatter the sheep

The roots are poisoned (they're poisoned)

right under your feet

Scapegoat

Fall on your own sword

I won't, I won't fall on your sword

No blessings from your prosperity

Just righteous indignation

So please would you tell me

What nation

Under what god

Cause it's no fun

When the rabbit's got the gun

Overturned tables

With earned reputation

Earned with tables turned over