Trash Pile Holy Locust

Who will stand atop the trash pile
And proclaim their innocence!
They will bare the burdens of
The ones given deliverance

We hid beneath the broken ground
When we heard the echo
The sound resounds through history
Wound this thread like an ember

Is it sacred? Is it profane?
A silver tongue to fan the flame

Look them in the eyes and ask
Them if thеy think that Christ saves
Strip them of their namеs before
You throw them in a mass grave

We hid beneath the broken ground
When we heard the echo
The sound resounds through history
Wound this thread like an ember

Is it sacred? Is it profane?
A silver tongue to fan the flame