. . . and with His finger wrote on the ground, as though He heard them not . . .

© 2010 Words & Music by Aaron Baker and Sean Coons

You are an angel on your throne
Tired wings all overflown
No room for dissent and no unknown
Pass your judgment
Cast a stone

You think you’ve had the answer all along
That it doesn’t make a difference right or wrong
You think you’re gonna make it on your own
So you lift it from your conscience
Cast a stone

You are the devil’s megaphone
There’s no sin you can atone
Everybody will be reaping what you’ve sown
From your garden
Cast a stone

So you think you are of higher mind
Standing in the light of the divine
And enlightenment is what we will find
If we learn to see it all through your eyes

But the problem with you and your brilliant kind is
Your compass is pointing south and you’re blind
‘cause you feel only randomness can be the force to drive
And that all the answers therein lie

You are an angel on your throne
Pass your judgment