[Verse]
Static in the city of the double sea
The wisdom of the world is a dying decree
We build on the stubble, we build on the hay
The furnace is coming to sweep it away
Flesh is a temple, but the pillars are cracked
Divided by ego, the spirit is sacked
No boast in the scholar, no pride in the scribe
Just the foolishness of the crucified tribe.
[Verse]
The natural man cannot breathe in this air
A mystery whispered, a spiritual snare
I speak with the tongues of the angels and men
But without the fire, I’m dying again
One body, many parts, wired in the dark
Electronic pulse, the divine spark
If the foot says "I belong not to the hand"
The machine breaks down across the sand.
[Pre-Chorus]
The veil is thin.
The sting is sharp.
The bronze is clanging.
The hollow heart.
[Chorus]
Love suffers long and is kind;
Love does not envy;
Love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own,
Is not provoked, thinks no evil.
THINKS NO EVIL!
[Verse]
Purge out the leaven from the cold machine
The old bread is bitter, the circuit's unclean
You’re bought with a price, not your own to command
The blueprints are etched by a nail-scarred hand
Knowledge will vanish and prophecies fail
Like mist on the glass or a tattered veil
But the foundation stands where the cornerstone bled
The living interconnected to the risen head.
[Chorus]
Love suffers long and is kind;
Love does not envy;
Love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own,
Is not provoked, thinks no evil.
THINKS NO EVIL!
[Bridge]
Behold! I tell you a mystery!
We shall not all sleep!
In a moment!
In the twinkling of an eye!
At the last trumpet!
DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY.
WHERE IS YOUR STING?
WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY?
[Verse]
The first man was dust, of the earth, of the soil
The second is spirit, beyond the hard toil
We bear the image of the corruptible frame
Until the white heat of the holy flame
Shaking the pedestal, breaking the glass
The shadows of history are destined to pass
Stand fast in the faith, let your courage be steel
Broken for us on the turning wheel.
[Chorus]
Love suffers long and is kind;
Love does not envy;
Love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own,
Is not provoked, thinks no evil.
[Chorus]
Love suffers long and is kind;
Love does not envy;
Love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own,
Is not provoked, thinks no evil.
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