No Shelter

What a twisted tree we have made
By wrapping the Son around our heads
And how tightly we have weaved
These webs around dead leaves
No shelter, no grace
For everyone in the places we would have been
If not for grace
Somehow forgetting we were all inside their heads
Where is your head?
Where is your grace?
No shelter, no grace
For everyone in the places we would have been
If not for grace
By what have we been saved?
By what have we been saved?
It is for freedom we have been set free
It is for freedom we have been set free
Yet we continually paste bondage all around us
Yet we continually paste bondage all around us
Yet we continually paste bondage all around us
Yet we continually paste bondage all around us
No shelter, no grace
Lower your heads
Lower your heads
Lower your heads
Repent
We have twisted the tree by which we have been saved
By what have we been saved?
No shelter, no grace
For everyone in the places we would have been
If not for grace
No shelter, no grace
No shelter, no grace