You'll paint this town black with the laws that you craft Then turn it all red with the fires they set As faith consents to arrogance You name their plague with elegance The judgment's made but don't forget That you were never one of them And we're all trying To find our way in the dark But your lanterns look more like torches And your rescue coercion, and you stand so confident If he's so holy, why aren't you trembling? The fire's is in your house And there's no time left to sort this out All of us are guilty men And there is no line between us and them There's no place for entitlement For mercy falls on shattered men And God will crush the prideful ones "I never knew you" Fear and trembling brothers Fear and trembling brothers