A house doesn't cover what lives inside a man
A prison or a palace won't change what's within
For guilt finds the heart no matter where the home
We can rush as fugitives, the verdict's in our bones
I met someone who took somebody's head
He rolled it on the railroad tracks, then wept in bed
How can a man find it himself
To usher in forgiveness for crime so grotesque?
Rivulets of shame crept down his face
So which of the sons possesses greater worth?
I've been told sin is sin, so who's is worse?
But I longed to hold a murderer's embrace
To dribble a baptismal through his roof of disgrace
We can never pardon what were our transgressions
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