Evil doesn’t look the way you think
Righteousness isn’t founded by your deeds
A good man, a great man, and such a loving father
So tender and compassionate
Protecting sons and daughters
No vices, no greed, no hidden abuses
(Such a gentleman!)
Sinner, sinner! All are words; all are mere excuses
It’s the heart that condemns
There’s evil there within
It’s the heart that condemns
Ripe with rotten sins
Would that the world would know itself
To know how sin is seen
It’s a coiled deadly cobra, and in hearts it indwells
An example is a man who appears to be alright
(Who is described as of above)
But every private man has human appetites
Evil doesn’t look the way you think
Righteousness isn’t founded by your deeds
The greatest sin man could do is terrible indeed:
To know the truth and hate it still
Far worse than we perceive
When that which turns his stomach sour
Is the knowledge of God above,
There is no man in any darker of an hour
It’s the heart that condemns
There’s evil there within
It’s the heart that condemns
Ripe with rotten sins
No sense of self-control could bring that person peace
He’ll hate his life, but hate God more
He’ll ignore the true futility in all his evil needs
Despite the appearance of his calm exterior
And behind his righteous shine,
Huios Apōleia is raging in his interior
Evil doesn’t look the way you think
Righteousness isn’t founded by your deeds
He’s bringing dark gifts to the darkened world of man
Growing all from tainted roots of sin
His seed of faux-virtue incorporated into plan
He’ll give them the peace he has himself
(The appearance of it is all)
But he himself rises from the continental shelf
It’s the heart that condemns
There’s evil there within
It’s the heart that condemns
Ripe with rotten sins
He’s a beast within, and an angel without
Shining teeth and hair and skin
But in his heart, hearing voice of Dragon’s shout
The whispers of seduction aren’t whispers at all to him
He hears them with clarity
And they’re screaming “Sin! Sin! Sin!”
Evil doesn’t look the way you think
Righteousness isn’t founded by your deeds
He feels no struggle to get to Christ
He’s settled in his place
He is doomed; this is his only life
So, he’ll encourage you to “eat, drink, be merry!”
(“For tomorrow we both shall die”)
The bondage he’s in… beyond scary
It’s the heart that condemns
There’s evil there within
It’s the heart that condemns
Ripe with rotten sins
His greatest hope isn’t hope at all:
He cannot thwart God’s will
He’s drunk his own iniquity since he invoked the Fall
But desperate men do desperate things
(And this one most of all)
For he knows his time is short; he’ll meet what that Day brings
Evil doesn’t look the way you think
Righteousness isn’t founded by your deeds
What more can he do but cling to dead hope?
(God’s sovereign hand is omnipotent)
He’s deluded into pretending he’s not at end of rope
He’s prepared a speech for the Judge’s gavel sound
And he’s had since the Fall to practice
But God will not be swayed by the howl of Hell’s own hound
It’s the heart that condemns
There’s evil there within
It’s the heart that condemns
Ripe with rotten sins
Huios Apōleia: Exaporeō
The Son of Destruction: In/Of Despair
