The ball is in your court
Kick it back, kick it back
Handle with care
Your hands are bare
Paint it black
Paint it black
Paint it black
Paint it black
Paint it black
Can you hear what they say
It's a fact, it's a fact
They know it all
Will you heed their call
Will you act
Will you act
Will you act
Will you act
Will you act
You're in a crowded room
In an empty cell
You can scream
You can yell
He can't hear you from his horse so high
Nose in the sky
Why do you run
From the pain inside
Why do you hide
Are your hands tied?
The promised land is burning, burning
The wheel, they pray, keeps turning, turning, turning
Leaving tracks of despair
In the ashes of absolution
Repent, the end is near
Is what I hear, is what I hear
Illumination can free a nation
Bow in fear
Bow in fear
Bow in fear
Bow in fear
Bow in fear
On the other side
The grass is green
Are you the rebel or the martyr
Are you sitting on the fence
In great pretence
Why do you run
From the pain inside
Why do you hide
Are your hands tied?
The promised land is burning, burning
The wheel, they pray, keeps turning, turning, turning
Leaving tracks of despair
In the ashes of absolution
From dust to dust
Where darkness dwells
All that remains
The god of self
Why do you run
From the pain inside
Why do you hide
Are your hands tied?
The promised land is burning, burning
The wheel, they pray, keeps turning, turning, turning
Why do you run
From the pain inside
Why do you hide
Are your hands tied?
The promised land is burning, burning
The wheel, they pray, keeps turning, turning, turning
Leaving tracks of despair
In the ashes of absolution