The profit is a fool, the spirtual man is mad,
for the multitude of thine inequity, and the
great hatred." (Hosea 9:7)
Everyone's trying to decide,
where to go when
there's no place to hide.
I follow the bombs as they're coming down.
This must have
been hallowed ground.
No matter what they decide to have done.
Burn up the
clouds, block out the sun.
My hope is in one they can't bring down.
My soul is in
hallowed ground.
I see the fear, it's on the rise.
Let's catch the enemy by
surprise.
Burry your treasure where it can't be found.
Burry it deep in hallowed
ground
