You got the diploma, you know the Greek
You studied the answers before I could speak
You looked at my ruins, you looked at my pain
And washed it away with a holy refrain
Three little footnotes, a quote from the past
To keep your theology safe under glass
You polish the outside, you cover the smell
And preach a bright heaven while I am in hell!
Explain it away, explain it away
Don't let the Aletheia ruin your day
Hermeneutic Novocaine!
A textbook cure for a bleeding vein!
You're numbing the truth to protect your design
But the blood on the altar is yours and it's mine!
I don't want your anesthetic!
I want the fire!
You sit like the friends who came down to Job
With a self-righteous tear and a scholarly robe
“You must have a sin you're hiding inside
The Maker is just, so it's your fault you cried”
You analyze tears with a logical chart
To silence the warning that rings in your heart!
The needle is jumping!
The compass is wild!
You cannot explain away the tears of a child!
Take off the robe!
Throw away the degree!
Come down in the ashes and suffer with me!
Hermeneutic Novocaine!
A textbook cure for a bleeding vein!
You're numbing the truth to protect your design
But the blood on the altar is yours and it's mine!
I don't want your anesthetic!
I want the fire!
Keep your novocaine
Give me the truth
Aletheia!
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