What a twisted tree we have made By wrapping the Son around our heads And how tightly we have weaved These webs around dead leaves No shelter, no grace For everyone in the places we would have been If not for grace Somehow forgetting we were all inside their heads Where is your head? Where is your grace? No shelter, no grace For everyone in the places we would have been If not for grace By what have we been saved? By what have we been saved? It is for freedom we have been set free It is for freedom we have been set free Yet we continually paste bondage all around us Yet we continually paste bondage all around us Yet we continually paste bondage all around us Yet we continually paste bondage all around us No shelter, no grace Lower your heads Lower your heads Lower your heads Repent We have twisted the tree by which we have been saved By what have we been saved? No shelter, no grace For everyone in the places we would have been If not for grace No shelter, no grace No shelter, no grace