Jon Foreman - Equally Sk**ed lyrics

How miserable I am I feel like a fruit-picker who arrived here After the harvest There's nothing here at all There's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger The godly people are all gone There's not one honest soul left alive Here on the planet We're all murderers and thieves Setting traps here for even our brothers And both of our hands Are equally sk**ed At doing evil Equally sk**ed At bribing the judges Equally sk**ed At perverting justice Both of our hands Both of our hands The day of justice comes And is even now swiftly arriving Don't trust anyone at all Not your best friend or even your wife For the son hates the father The daughter despises even her mother Look, your enemies are right Right in the room of your very household And both of their hands Are equally sk**ed At doing evil Equally sk**ed At bribing the judges Equally sk**ed At perverting justice Both of their hands Both of their hands No, don't gloat over me For though I fall, though I fall I will rise again Though I sit here in darkness The Lord, the Lord alone He will be my light I will be patient as the Lord Punishes me for the wrongs I've done Against Him After that, He'll take my case Bringing me to light and to justice For all I have suffered And both of His hands Are equally sk**ed At ruining evil Equally sk**ed At judging the judges Equally sk**ed Administering justice Both of His hands Both of His hands Are equally sk**ed At showing me mercy Equally sk**ed At loving the loveless Equally sk**ed Administering justice Both of His hands Both of His hands