Shane Lamb - To Sort The Darkness Lyrics

I think we're here to sort the darkness
While the moon stabs at the sand
To testify at the trial of upheaval
Of praising God, while robbing man
Praising God, while breaking men
I think we're here to sort the darkness
In the poor light, and the scorn
To deny the rush of blood we all know
Comes with lust of the gun and the sword
The stubborn breath of power, and war
I think we're here to sort the darkness
Awaken from this great, wondering sleep
To tear at the stench of success sold to us
In the market of hollow dreams
In this graveyard of righteous schemes
I think we're here to sort the darkness
As the promises drift out of sight
To reveal all the light of our responsibility
Face the lie that justice is blind
And the lie that we have time
I think we're here to sort the darkness
In the carved tomb of deceit and fact
To rise up
Unsightly, and un welcomed
Crash the celebration, to deny and distract
In the face of every dealer and deck stacked
I think we're here to sort the darkness
While the world drowns in starving need
To interrogate our demons and desires
Taste the dead weight of our tongue's fearful speech
The bitter unwillingness to feel, to reach
I think we're here to find our darkness
In the echo of our lies
In the trenches of our cries
In our hearts, where the pain is disguised
In our hearts, where the rage is refined
In our hearts, where battle plans are designed