I can see through the lies and all you hold in high esteem.
I can see through your moneymaking schemes.
Are you finding your position?
Basking in your recognition?
Well, I'm not getting your attention,
I'm not getting your attention.
I can see past the weight you pile high upon their backs.
I can see every motive in the act
And it's quite the show you're putting on,
Be careful when the curtain's drawn.
Well I'm not getting your attention.
I'm not getting your attention
You keep asking for a sign
But what can I show the blind?
You've played the songs but we've not danced your dance. you've played the dirge but we've not mourned
And it really gets under your skin.
I can see the affect in the poison you've concealed.
I can see your favor towards Gomorrah's fields.
Your vine yields a bitter fruit
The decay reaches to the root.
Well, you're not seeing the consequences.
Not seeing the consequences.
You keep asking for a sign
But what can I show the blind?
You've played the songs but we've not danced your dance. you've played the dirge but we've not mourned
And it really gets under your skin.
Oh, how I longed to gather you,
But you would not have it!
One, two, three
I sent My messengers,
But you would not have it!
No you would not have it!
Oh, how I longed to gather you,
But you would not have it!
One, two, three
I sent My messengers,
But you would not have it!