It was in the way that
He gripped his gun
Swearing that
He'd shoot everyone

All of us assume there's
No hope for him
But we don't Know where he's been
He screamed "you don't know where I've been"

(chorus)
I am more
Than the truth you lack
I am more
what I can't take back
I am more
Than the critical

Who are you to tell me who to be?
How can I trust a room of Pharisees?

Everybody stared when
They brought her in
A trial wasn't worth
It for a whore

But there was a man who
Saw past her scars
"Let him who has no sin,
Cast the first stone"

(Chorus)
We are more
Than the truth you lack
We are more
what I can't take back
We are more
Than the critical

Who was I to tell you who to be?
Who are we to tell them who to be?
Only God can tell us who to be
Since when did we become the Pharisees?

We are more...