Fury For The Taking Songtext
von Meadows

Now I′m seeing you clearly
No mirror, just broken glass
A perfect picture distorted
A crooked smile more crooked
Can't tell what I′m looking at

Den of rebels
What have you made of this Place
You're called to care for His sheep
Instead you sharpen your teeth

You show the branch in your right hand
We miss the knife at our throat
Spit in the face of the saints
You take from widows & orphans
But you're the one that′s shorted
But you′re the one that's shorted
You′re the one that's shorted


Strike the shepherd (Strike the shepherd)
To scatter the sheep
The roots are poisoned (they′re poisoned)
Right under your feet

Scapegoat
Fall on your own sword
I won't, I won′t fall on your sword

No blessings from your prosperity
Just righteous indignation
So please would you tell me
What nation
Under what god

Cause it's no fun
When the rabbit's got the gun

Overturned tables
With earned reputation
Earned with tables turned over