Hear Your Cry

What is wrong with the world today,
When it's beyond all hope to pray
To a God who doesn't have a say
In the will that man tends to display.

Sin runs rampant throughout perception,
Clinging to that same age-old deception,
That God will reach down from the Heavens,
And wash our halos to see his reflection.

But it seems your halo's dark as night,
Put into your pockets while you ignore the light,

So raise your hands up to the sky,
Send your voices way up high,
And realize no matter how you try,
He's not going to hear your cry!
Hear your cry!
Hear your cry!
He will never hear your cry!

We desperately pray to hitch a ride,
On an angel's wings going way up high,
But the mouth of Hell is opened wide,
And your sin is dripping from inside!

See, we all have this view of Heaven,
Euphoria's always been our destination,
But the clouds part into disintegration,
With a knife to the heart of God's creation.

But it seems your halo's dark as night,
With your sin dripping to put out the light,

So raise your hands up to the sky,
Send your voices way up high,
And realize no matter how you try,
He's not going to hear your cry!

So raise your hands up to the sky,
Send your voices way up high,
And realize no matter how you try,
He's not going to hear your cry!
Hear your cry!
Hear your cry!
He will never hear your cry!