Preying on the dreams of a broken home Feasting on the bones of a withered Frame If salvation hung on their long winded boasts Surely their souls Would have nothing to fear Nothing to fear Even past the plank in my eye I Can see that they're blind, leading the blind Not in judgement, but Discernment I won't follow their voice Past the plank in my eye I can see That they're blind, leading the blind Not in judgement, but discernment I'll follow the true Shepherd's voice The spirit so alive and mighty is Not a weapon man can wield In our surrender to His will, we find that way Any man is healed Even past the plank in my eye I can see that they're Blind, leading the blind Not in judgement, but discernment I won't follow Their voice Past the plank in my eye I can see that they're blind, leading The blind Not in judgement, but discernment I'll follow the true Shepherd's voice