Lover, the Lord has left us,
if ever the Lord was here.
Forever we knelt before a golden calf
that we named Trust.
We dealt a blow by a jagged blade.
Its name was l***.
Now we feign what we feel,
we feed what we fear...
but we do as we must together.
We are not but babes,
grand but without grace.
if ever the Lord was here.
Forever we knelt before a golden calf
that we named Trust.
We dealt a blow by a jagged blade.
Its name was l***.
Now we feign what we feel,
we feed what we fear...
but we do as we must together.
We are not but babes,
grand but without grace.