Every Time I Feel the Shift

If we were to pass an Eleventh Commandment In twenty years people would be shocked to learn That there had once been only ten And wouldn't care if there had been It all comes down to a moment of truth Clock ticking in a soundproof booth From Corpus Christi to Duluth From Genghis Kahn to Babe Ruth If I could only see through glass I would know what has come to pass I wouldn't hurry but I'd get there fast What's last is first, what's first is last Every time you feel the shift You conjure fire in a hieroglyph When you're out for revenge dig two graves When you run from the truth it comes in waves We're marching up to Zion The beautiful city of God We're marching up to Zion The beautiful city of God We're marching up to Zion The beautiful city of God ...