Jars of Clay

Cynical, just your way
You play the doubting Thomas
Feel the scars and wipe the stains

So you fight, and retreat
And talk yourself out of believing
in any peace that you can't see


Blind words you call
Blind words will fall


You're logical, you can't find
any reason to believe in love
you are blind


Crucify, and deny, pass the blame and burn the mission
Till dust remains and wash your hands


Blind words you call
Blind words will fall