Equally skilled · letra

How miserable I am I feel like a fruit-picker Who arrived here After the harvest There's nothing here at all Nothing at all here That could placate my hunger The godly people are all gone There's not one honest soul left alive Here on the planet We're all murderers and thieves Setting traps here For even our brothers
And both of our hands Are equally skilled At doing evil, equally skilled At bribing the judges Equally skilled At perverting justice Both of our hands Both of our hands
The day of justice comes And is even now swiftly arriving Don't trust anyone at all Not your best friend Or even your wife For the son hates the father The daughter despises even her mother Look, your enemies arrive Right in the room Of your very household
And both of their hands Are equally skilled At doing evil Equally skilled At bribing the judges Equally skilled At perverting justice Both of their hands Both of their hands
No, don't gloat over me Though I fall, though I fall I will rise again Though I sit here in darkness The Lord, the Lord alone He will be my light I will be patient As the Lord Punishes me For the wrongs I've done Against Him After that He'll take my case Bringing me To light and the justice For all I have suffered
And both of His hands Are equally skilled At ruining evil Equally skilled At judging the judges Equally skilled Administering justice Both of His hands
Both of His hands Are equally skilled At showing me mercy Equally skilled At loving the loveless Equally skilled Administering justice Both of His hands Both of His hands