The Hoard
Heaven's Criteria: The Trials of Virtue
Lyrics
They say that good boys
There's an expectation for good behavior in society
Walk straight on white lines
Conforming to societal norms and rules
And good boys keep their livers clean
Good individuals are expected to maintain a healthy lifestyle
And smoke out of their lungs
Avoiding harmful habits like smoking
?Cause it's all about what you've done
Life is judged based on actions
Good boys don't make mistakes to learn from
Consequences aren't meant for learning
?Cause when heaven comes
Expectation of being faultless when facing judgment
They won't be caught being young
Avoiding youthful indiscretions
Grace, make your way to the well
Desire for grace for those considered deserving
To those who deserve it
Reserved for those who've earned it
?Cause after all they've earned it
Merit-based entitlement to grace
But vain, it?s in vain
Vanity in seeking grace unnecessarily
?Cause they don't need it
Those seeking grace might not actually require it
They're steady, steady breathers
Stable individuals who won't help the weaker
Who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker
Unwillingness to assist those in need
So just hoard your hollow completion
Holding onto an empty sense of fulfillment
Like it's something wearing thin
Valuing something of diminishing importance
Like it's gonna get you in when heaven comes
Belief that holding onto such things will grant entry into heaven
?Cause when heaven comes
When the notion of heaven arrives
I swear it comes in love
Heaven arrives with love
Grace, make your way to the well
Repeated desire for grace for the deserving
To those who deserve it
Reserved for those who've earned it
?Cause after all they've earned it
Merit-based entitlement to grace
But vain, it?s in vain
Vanity in seeking grace unnecessarily
?Cause they don't need it
Those seeking grace might not actually require it
Grace, make your way to the well
Repeated desire for grace for the deserving
But it?s in vain
But it's futile
?Cause they don't need it
Those deserving don't need it
Now I let go of your hand somewhere between
A departure from a relationship between love and expectations
Love and what it demands of me
Letting go between love and its demands
Now I let go of your hand somewhere between
Reiteration of letting go in love's demands
Love and what it demands of me
Continued theme of releasing between love and demands
Grace, make your way, make your way
Repeatedly calling for grace
Grace, make your way, make your way
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Grace, make your way, make your way
-Grace, make your way, make your way
-Grace, make your way, make your way
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