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The Overseer

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Take your cheap shot, point your finger to blame
But you hardly know their names
You're just a God fearing hypocrite
Just another sinning saint

Grace show us your face and bring redemption
We've all lost sight of the call
A dimming light with every generation
We will be the death of us all

You look with judging eyes but we all have so much
To hide behind our masks and cheap disguises

Grace show us your face and bring redemption
We've all lost sight of the call
A dimming light with every generation
We will be the death of us all, grace show your face

We are calloused and numb
We are wool covered wolves and we feed on our young
Steal a breath from a gasping lung
Then use it to preach on compassion and love
God, how can you love such a beast?