Bones of God

When they found the bones of God
they stitched our lips, they paid us off.
The papers said it was a fake
so we hid the lies for the children’s sake.
How can I run from your heavenly host?
You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,
so there’s no redemption for my crime,
I took my life,
I took my life.
Where they found the bones of God,
the grass was black, the earth was roughed.
My saviour lay in a tomb of rust,
my rock of ages ground to dust.
But how can I run from your heavenly host?
You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,
so there’s no redemption for my crime.
I took my life,
I took my life.
How can I run from your heavenly host?
You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,
so there’s no redemption for your crime.
You better take your life,
yeah, you better take your life.
Your life.