To Become One

Everything's broken

Death and disease

Drying eyes does nothing

They still cry still scream

Do we curse our hearts that are made of stone

Or eyes for the terrible things we see

We're raising our fists to the sky

We have no answers to this mess

We need Word in flesh

We're raising our fists to the sky

A lack of creating

A lack of relating

We live We build

We live

We build

Filthy made perfect

Dying and living

We want to become become one

We have no answers to this mess

We want to become become one

We need Word in Flesh