the prophet is a fool the spiritual man is mad for the multitude of thine iniquity and the great hatred everyone s trying to decide where to go when there s no place to hide i follow the bombs as they re coming down this must have been hallowed ground no matter what they decide to have done burn up the clouds block out the sun my hope is in one they can t bring down my soul is in hallowed ground i see the fear it s on the rise let s catch the enemy by surprise bury your treasure where it can t be found bury it deep in hallowed ground1