The Haves Have Naught The Dear Hunter (Ft. Gavin Castleton)

[Verse 1: Gavin Castleton]
Just look at that shopkeeper, peddling his wares
Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares
Don't you wonder what keeps him there, day after day?
Begging for gold, as his hair turns to gray

[Chorus 1]
Blindly they're bounding apace
Starving for mercy in a merciless place
Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens
And find them so lively when they're barely breathing
Just barely breathing

[Verse 2: Casey Crescenzo]
Just look at that toymaker, grinding his gears
Turning no profit, but he doesn't care
He keeps smiles on faces, day after day
The children keep sadness and suffering at bay

[Chorus 2]
Blissfully bounding apace
Searching for mercy in a merciless place
Only a monster makes fodder from saints
And finds them so worthless when they're full of grace
So full of grace