Pick Your Stones

Mobs and demons

Have conspired

By dumb spirits

They are possessed

Calling good evil

Cry of blasphemy

They fight the truth

And will not rest

Kill the prophets

And bury them deep

Then burn their words that you detest

Pick your stones

Choose them well

For the blood you spill

Will carry you through hell

Oh! oh! why won't you believe

No! you you never did

You hate the truth you see

You kill the truth and think you're free

You kill the Truth who makes us free

They spoke words

You will not hear

Who knew Christ

Was so deafening

Closing your eyelids

Blocking all the light

Your perdition is

Just beginning

Killing the light

That lives inside

Empty chambers

Are blackening

Pick your stones

Choose them well

For the blood you spill

Will carry you through hell

Oh! No! Why won't you believe

No! No! You you never did

You hate the truth you see

You kill the truth and think you're free

You kill the Truth who makes us free

Climb the stairs

With guns and slugs

Snarling lips

And grinding teeth

Bust the door

And break it down hard

Spill his blood

And make it seep

Kill the prophet

And bury him deep

Today we see history repeats

Pick your stones

Choose them well

For the blood you spill

Will carry you through hell

Pick your stones

Choose them well

For the blood you spill

Will carry you through hell

Oh! Oh! Why won't you believe

No! No! You you never did