Iona - Factory Of Magnificent Souls lyrics

Thought of you on this island of the leper On this island of the mad I've thought of you on this island of the outcast On this island of the sick and sad Thought this island had a tragic holiness Thought it had a painful grace Thought it had the ugliest history Thought this island was the most beautiful place And I saw the altar of this world's cruelty I saw the stadium of the devil's goals And I saw a man duck and weave the most evil punches I saw a factory of magnificent souls Thought of you on this island of the limestone And the pain of dust torn eyes Thought of you on this island of the convict Toiling under the bluest skies Looked upon this island of the reconciled And I saw a stone carved cross Thought of you on this island of redemption Closed my eyes and thought of what freedom had cost And I saw the altar of this world's cruelty I saw the stadium of the devil's goals And I saw a man duck and weave the most evil punches I saw a factory of magnificent souls No one ever asked questions with marks as sharp as these They pierced the veins of Jesus who was one of the least of these And no one ever gave an answer with as gentle a word as this You took violent indignation And you k**ed it with a political kiss And I saw the altar of this world's cruelty I saw the stadium of the devil's goals And I saw a man duck and weave the most evil punches I saw a factory of magnificent souls