| Song | As the World Bleeds |
| Artist | Theocracy |
| Album | As the World Bleeds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Why do we only call Your name when there’s no one else to call? | |
| And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall | |
| Why do we say You’ve failed us and You’ve turned Your eyes away | |
| When we’re only sleeping in the bed we made? | |
| Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence? | |
| Why’s the path we’ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence? | |
| Why’d we ignore the warnings that we’ve read and always known | |
| And get angry when we reap the things we’ve sown? | |
| So we blame You | |
| ‘Cause our world’s not come out right | |
| While the devil’s masquerading | |
| As an angel of the light | |
| Just imagine | |
| All the pride and all the nerve | |
| To ask where You’ve been, when we’re the ones we serve | |
| It’s not a mystery, it’s been foretold | |
| But we ignored the warning bell so long ago | |
| There’s a way that seems right unto men, but we’ll die with the wages of sin | |
| As the world lies bleeding | |
| The giant is no longer sleeping | |
| Poisoned harvest reaping | |
| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
| Gone | |
| We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say | |
| Then curse the skies when You don’t come clean up the ugly mess we’ve made | |
| But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole | |
| We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said | |
| We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed | |
| Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control | |
| As the world lies bleeding | |
| The giant is no longer sleeping | |
| All we’ve sown now reaping | |
| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
| See us – Our promised land of milk and honey | |
| Became a land of filth and money | |
| Like Babylon and Rome before | |
| A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore | |
| See us – Living in our ivory towers | |
| Self-appointed kings with no power | |
| Built a monument to man | |
| We’re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land | |
| This is the system we’ve created | |
| This is the world so devastated | |
| This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone | |
| This is the monster now awakened | |
| This is our legacy creation | |
| This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own | |
| This is our masterpiece: corruption | |
| This is our monument: destruction | |
| Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black | |
| This is the road to Hell we’ve wandered | |
| This is inheritance we’ve squandered | |
| So raise a glass to all we’ve lost and wonder if we’ll ever get it back | |
| Nations calling “Our will be done, mankind answers to no one” | |
| But now it has begun – In death, our sin hath borne a son | |
| Please forgive us for we’ve only made it worse | |
| Even after You had warned us | |
| Sin would only bring a curse | |
| Guess we knew better so we went a different way | |
| Now we’re only sleeping in the bed we made | |
| All the glory and the power left this place | |
| When we turned our backs upon You | |
| And chose to live in our disgrace | |
| But You warned us | |
| And You let us have our way | |
| Now we’re only drowning in the mess we made | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands |
| Why do we only call Your name when there' s no one else to call? | |
| And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall | |
| Why do we say You' ve failed us and You' ve turned Your eyes away | |
| When we' re only sleeping in the bed we made? | |
| Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence? | |
| Why' s the path we' ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence? | |
| Why' d we ignore the warnings that we' ve read and always known | |
| And get angry when we reap the things we' ve sown? | |
| So we blame You | |
| ' Cause our world' s not come out right | |
| While the devil' s masquerading | |
| As an angel of the light | |
| Just imagine | |
| All the pride and all the nerve | |
| To ask where You' ve been, when we' re the ones we serve | |
| It' s not a mystery, it' s been foretold | |
| But we ignored the warning bell so long ago | |
| There' s a way that seems right unto men, but we' ll die with the wages of sin | |
| As the world lies bleeding | |
| The giant is no longer sleeping | |
| Poisoned harvest reaping | |
| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
| Gone | |
| We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say | |
| Then curse the skies when You don' t come clean up the ugly mess we' ve made | |
| But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole | |
| We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said | |
| We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed | |
| Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control | |
| As the world lies bleeding | |
| The giant is no longer sleeping | |
| All we' ve sown now reaping | |
| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
| See us Our promised land of milk and honey | |
| Became a land of filth and money | |
| Like Babylon and Rome before | |
| A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore | |
| See us Living in our ivory towers | |
| Selfappointed kings with no power | |
| Built a monument to man | |
| We' re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land | |
| This is the system we' ve created | |
| This is the world so devastated | |
| This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone | |
| This is the monster now awakened | |
| This is our legacy creation | |
| This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own | |
| This is our masterpiece: corruption | |
| This is our monument: destruction | |
| Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black | |
| This is the road to Hell we' ve wandered | |
| This is inheritance we' ve squandered | |
| So raise a glass to all we' ve lost and wonder if we' ll ever get it back | |
| Nations calling " Our will be done, mankind answers to no one" | |
| But now it has begun In death, our sin hath borne a son | |
| Please forgive us for we' ve only made it worse | |
| Even after You had warned us | |
| Sin would only bring a curse | |
| Guess we knew better so we went a different way | |
| Now we' re only sleeping in the bed we made | |
| All the glory and the power left this place | |
| When we turned our backs upon You | |
| And chose to live in our disgrace | |
| But You warned us | |
| And You let us have our way | |
| Now we' re only drowning in the mess we made | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands |
| Why do we only call Your name when there' s no one else to call? | |
| And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall | |
| Why do we say You' ve failed us and You' ve turned Your eyes away | |
| When we' re only sleeping in the bed we made? | |
| Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence? | |
| Why' s the path we' ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence? | |
| Why' d we ignore the warnings that we' ve read and always known | |
| And get angry when we reap the things we' ve sown? | |
| So we blame You | |
| ' Cause our world' s not come out right | |
| While the devil' s masquerading | |
| As an angel of the light | |
| Just imagine | |
| All the pride and all the nerve | |
| To ask where You' ve been, when we' re the ones we serve | |
| It' s not a mystery, it' s been foretold | |
| But we ignored the warning bell so long ago | |
| There' s a way that seems right unto men, but we' ll die with the wages of sin | |
| As the world lies bleeding | |
| The giant is no longer sleeping | |
| Poisoned harvest reaping | |
| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
| Gone | |
| We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say | |
| Then curse the skies when You don' t come clean up the ugly mess we' ve made | |
| But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole | |
| We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said | |
| We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed | |
| Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control | |
| As the world lies bleeding | |
| The giant is no longer sleeping | |
| All we' ve sown now reaping | |
| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone | |
| See us Our promised land of milk and honey | |
| Became a land of filth and money | |
| Like Babylon and Rome before | |
| A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore | |
| See us Living in our ivory towers | |
| Selfappointed kings with no power | |
| Built a monument to man | |
| We' re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land | |
| This is the system we' ve created | |
| This is the world so devastated | |
| This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone | |
| This is the monster now awakened | |
| This is our legacy creation | |
| This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own | |
| This is our masterpiece: corruption | |
| This is our monument: destruction | |
| Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black | |
| This is the road to Hell we' ve wandered | |
| This is inheritance we' ve squandered | |
| So raise a glass to all we' ve lost and wonder if we' ll ever get it back | |
| Nations calling " Our will be done, mankind answers to no one" | |
| But now it has begun In death, our sin hath borne a son | |
| Please forgive us for we' ve only made it worse | |
| Even after You had warned us | |
| Sin would only bring a curse | |
| Guess we knew better so we went a different way | |
| Now we' re only sleeping in the bed we made | |
| All the glory and the power left this place | |
| When we turned our backs upon You | |
| And chose to live in our disgrace | |
| But You warned us | |
| And You let us have our way | |
| Now we' re only drowning in the mess we made | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands | |
| Blood on our hands |