Ten Trials

Oh the hypnotists are busy
The censors are in control
Better put a fence around your gardenOh the hypnotists are busy
The censors are in control
Better put a fence around your garden
And a wall to preserve your soul

Well the ministers of hysteria
Preparing the next shock to appear
They know logic is irrelevant
When its overshadowed

And through the tests that we all pass through
It seems we are failing every time
Has our sentence been sealed
Or in your mercy Lord- can we still be refined?
Will we be rejected or refined?
Will this generation be rejected
Or can we still be refined

Oh he Lord is patient
He knows we are bound to make mistakes
He only asks that we learn
So he can help us to escape
But those who are programmed to reject
In their rejection they will be led
Till the graves that they dig
Become an iron bed

Has our sentence been sealed
Have we crossed the final line
Have you no mercy left
Have we been tested
For the very last time
To be rejected or refined

Oh and in the desert where we fell
And the whole generation was replaced
Even a rooster can see the dawn
You look at darkness and say its the light - we must embrace

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Many are the sacrifices
Few are the victories
Many are the provocations
That lead us back to slavery
One by one the lights are dimming
Two by two the guards are set in place
Is the science becoming more deadly
Has the divine turned His face

Are we slowly becoming awoken
Or are we slowly growing blind
Has our sentenced been sealed
Or in your mercy Lord
Can we be refined
This is the question
That rolls through my mind
Do you have any blessings left
Or have we crossed the line
To be rejected - or refined

Written on Parsha Shlach 2023
Guitar - Mancini
Drums - Paolo
Vocals - Philippa

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