Lyrics

And me kissing Christ, with one eye on his crown I came killing through the dark My victims, please take a bow With great thought, my words are launched Right into the baying crowd The lies drop off my tongue As I wept before the fight There is no help in heaven Waste me unto your rotten kin Your words are those very thorns Your last lie still fresh on your lips And me, with a finger of glass pushed through your heart I'll hide your name in a dying church for your shame You see, I want to come in first, please oh, oh my lord Where was God when I most needed him? Where was God when I most needed him? Where was God when I most needed him?