You've all got blood on your hands
you were all at that latter day crucifixion
hailing yourselves gods of no mercy
no rhyme or reason needed
other than racist hate and envy
turning an innocent man into a villain
besmirching the one with love that gave
destroying the eyes of visionary
damming a fountain of joy and light
preaching scripts of defamation and slander
waxing lyrical to hide your guilt and shame
the Son of God has risen in pristine Glory
the son of man and God will always rise
You've all got blood on your hands
you will need the Man you crucified on Mount Calvary
to wash them clean
I leave you all in His Divine Hands