Stained Glass And Marble - Rise Against

Come warm your hands on hellfire and brimstone
Empty the pockets of the innocent victim
Bound by fear
We misplace trust

In your voice
Inside these walls

Convincing us we have no choice
Gaze upon these stare of naïveté
Two thousand years replaced
With eighteen inches of our faith
Bound by fear
We misplace trust

In your voice
Inside these walls
Convincing us we have no choice