Timber of Blindness

Verse 1

Your careful crosshair sights on my mistakes,

You count the slivers, the hairline breaks.

The justice you demand, the scale you tip so slow,

Is the shadow on the pavement where your own feet have to go.

A mirror image reflection, a law you can't undo,

The verdict you pass out is the one that's waiting for you.

Pre-Chorus

And I feel the splinter in my eye,

You just stand and watch me bleed and cry.

Chorus

But you've got a log blocking out the sun!

Hypocrite! Yeah, the damage is done.

You can't see past the timber, you can't look me in the face,

So save your sermons, step back, and leave this troubled space.

Pull the blindness from your stare, before you try to fix mine,

You're drowning in your darkness while you preach about the light.

Verse 2

You hold the sacred things and you watch them turn to dust,

Throwing your devotion to objects of pure lust.

It's a beautiful distraction, a costly, brittle prize,

Cast before the creatures with the vacant, hungry eyes.

They'll take the truth you gave them, grind it into the dirt,

Then they'll turn on the giver, and make you feel the hurt.

Pre-Chorus

And I feel the splinter in my eye,

You just stand and watch me bleed and cry.

Chorus

But you've got a log blocking out the sun!

Hypocrite! Yeah, the damage is done.

You can't see past the timber, you can't look me in the face,

So save your sermons, step back, and leave this troubled space.

Pull the blindness from your stare, before you try to fix mine,

You're drowning in your darkness while you preach about the light.

Bridge

Don't waste what is holy, don't throw your pearls to pigs,

They don't care about the meaning, they only want the tricks.

Don't waste what is holy, don't throw your pearls to pigs,

They're gonna bite the hand that feeds them, they're gonna pull up all the rigs.

(Breakdown - Drums and Bass drive the rhythm, guitar provides a scraping, dissonant melody)

Chorus

'Cause you've got a log blocking out the sun!

Hypocrite! Yeah, the damage is done.

You can't see past the timber, you can't look me in the face,

So save your sermons, step back, and leave this troubled space.

Pull the blindness from your stare, before you try to fix mine,

You're drowning in your darkness while you preach about the light!

Outro

The standard, the standard, the standard you use...

Hypocrite.

(Heavy, sustained, feedback-drenched chord)