Resurrection Band - Death Of The Dying lyrics

Maniacs dangle on the lunatic fringe
Oh, on the edge of a razor and
Like a door without a hinge
"The devil", they cackle, "could be
Ours in a cinch, "
Quicksand, lies, sound warning, yeah, yeah
But they won't budge an inch

Like Pilate they fear the death of the saint
Yet they fancy the diamonds, the palace
The paint
The coward within them clings only to
That of lacey white satin
"No blood on my hand"

And in the finale, clutched tightly by pain
Their glass house is shattered
Weeds bent in the rain
With a "Why?" in the mind and
A curse on the tongue
Death bellowing hungrily, shadows on sun

They pass into all that they have ever sown
Forsaking the answer, abdicating the throne
If only they'd followed when Christ
Called and walked on
Oh, if only they'd followed when
Christ called and walked on
They'd have silenced the madness in
The narrow road home
They'd have silenced the madness in
The narrow road home