how miserable I am
i feel like a fruit picker
who arrived here after the harvest
there's nothing here at all
there's nothing at all here
that could placate my hunger

the godly people are all gone
there's not one honest soul
left alive here on the planet
we're all murders and thieves
setting traps here for even our brothers

and both of our hands are
equally skilled at doing evil
equally skilled at bribing the judges
equally skilled at perverting justice
both of our hands, both of our hands

the day of justice comes
and is even now quickly arriving
don't trust anyone at all
not your best friend or even your wife
for the son hates the father
the daughter despises even her mother
look your enemies are right
right in the room of your very household

and both of their hands
equally skilled at doing evil
equally skilled at bribing the judges
equally skilled at perverting justice
both of their hands, both of their hands

no don't gloat over me
for though i fall, though i fall
i will rise again
though i sit here in darkness
the Lord the Lord alone He will be my light
i will be patient as the Lord
punishes me for the wrongs i've done against Him
after that He'll take my case
bringing me into light and justice
for all i have suffered

and both of His hands
are equally skilled at ruining evil
equally skilled at judging the judges
equally skilled administering justice
both of His hands, both of His hands
are equally skilled at showing new mercy
equally skilled at loving the loveless
equally skilled administering justice
both of His hands, both of His hands

equally skilled
jon foreman