Intro:The shadows of broken lives subliminally echo through a night so cold...
Their depression lurks from a distance with athiests and forgotten souls...
In the clutches of capitalism, spiritual treason for the dollar signs...
Decisions to leave enemies through the wrath of a higher one...
Or between the barrels of loaded nines...
Raised in organized anarchy...forever winter with the heaters and white flakes...
Pacifists in the eyes of a plush life...but going no where in the quickest pace...
Seeking refuge through our every prayer....but also ignorant to our ever sin...
Lusting for forgiveness....the only element to save us from the position we are in...
Injustified by the demon of politics, slaves in the rubble of mankind...
The vocal point of a downcasted image...but through it we will soon shine...!!!!!
So best behold the new horizon once these hard times are over.
Give unto Caesar if you must but put your trust in Jehovah.
Descending eagles swooping hard like the Vega star supernova.
Shining on these harsh streets with marching beats for the soldiers.
To all the lyrically annointed the appointed times are at hand.
To proclaim His name with no shame reclaim our forefathers' land.
So stand firm in His law they tell us the term is called "zealous".
Waiting for lost souls to wake up, the House of Jacob's rebellious.
With malice, contempt, and bitter hatred, his sacred temple's defiled.
Due to hearts beating vacant leading pagan lifestyles.
They walk around with fake smiles...their hearts have hardened within.
They seek material wealth and pardon themselves for their sins.
Don't put your faith in a system based on lies and corruption.
Worldly states, small and great, won't escape His destruction.
Saving sheep when they weep, from the jaws of the lion...
Lift your head to the skies, and keep your eyes on Mt. Zion.
Their depression lurks from a distance with athiests and forgotten souls...
In the clutches of capitalism, spiritual treason for the dollar signs...
Decisions to leave enemies through the wrath of a higher one...
Or between the barrels of loaded nines...
Raised in organized anarchy...forever winter with the heaters and white flakes...
Pacifists in the eyes of a plush life...but going no where in the quickest pace...
Seeking refuge through our every prayer....but also ignorant to our ever sin...
Lusting for forgiveness....the only element to save us from the position we are in...
Injustified by the demon of politics, slaves in the rubble of mankind...
The vocal point of a downcasted image...but through it we will soon shine...!!!!!
So best behold the new horizon once these hard times are over.
Give unto Caesar if you must but put your trust in Jehovah.
Descending eagles swooping hard like the Vega star supernova.
Shining on these harsh streets with marching beats for the soldiers.
To all the lyrically annointed the appointed times are at hand.
To proclaim His name with no shame reclaim our forefathers' land.
So stand firm in His law they tell us the term is called "zealous".
Waiting for lost souls to wake up, the House of Jacob's rebellious.
With malice, contempt, and bitter hatred, his sacred temple's defiled.
Due to hearts beating vacant leading pagan lifestyles.
They walk around with fake smiles...their hearts have hardened within.
They seek material wealth and pardon themselves for their sins.
Don't put your faith in a system based on lies and corruption.
Worldly states, small and great, won't escape His destruction.
Saving sheep when they weep, from the jaws of the lion...
Lift your head to the skies, and keep your eyes on Mt. Zion.
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