Water on My Hands
Track 6
Morning Trial Crowded room, roaring fear, Roman plume, questions asked I can’t outrun, innocent yet they want him done, basin there, water spill, politics the people’s will, signs and swords and borrowed truth, I sign the line, I loose the noose, oh moon. What is truth? Water on my hands won’t prove. I am clean. Echoes in the marble moon. I am seen. What is truth? Law and shards, the night ran red
Justice bent, the verdict bled He stood silent, I stood small Fear of Caesar over all King of Jews, I rode above
He wore thorns, I feared their love Sovereign plans behind my shame God still ruled while I played games Oh
What is true Water on my hands won’t brew I am clean Echoes in the marble moon
I am seeing What is true We trade truths for common pain Click and post our doubt away
Career first, the cost unseen Wash our hands on glowing screens When the crowd decides our call Conscience whispers through the wall
If we bow to fear and mend We crucify our souls again, oh What is true, water on our hands won’t brew We are clean, mercy waits beyond the proof
If we need what is true Water on my hands What is true Rest in silence