Reaching Lyrics

Fallen countenance,
Searing conscience
The ground opens its mouth
You trade one offering for another
The ground opens its mouth and receives...

And you were reaching
Trying to make a way for yourself

How long, oh simple one,
I've called but you've refused
And the sky opens its mouth
Darkened hearts corrupt
And now the earth is filled
And the sky opens its mouth to impede...

The pride of humanity
To gratify what's vanity

Your own hands condemn
They won't wash easily
And you open your mouth
You made your offering, to one another
And you open your mouth and speak...

And you were reaching
Trying to make a name for yourselves
Reaching, trying to make a name for yourselves

Oh, the pride of humanity!
To gratify what's vanity!