My faith and your words are playing Russian roulette
And I’m scared that there are no bullets left.
One of us is already dead
The question is, which one of us has lost his head
The point is that there was only one perfect man
We’re all barely breathing, neck deep, surrounded by sinking sand
Blinded by ignorance, don’t forget your calling is to lend a hand
Just be certain that you’re preaching calls for cleansing of the darkness in our heads
Be a man keep your promise and be honest about the letters that are written in red
If every word you spit was a bullet, is it for our good or would we all be dead?
In a perfect world, we would all be prophets; we would keep our word.
Of living a life that is holy and be the change that this world deserves
I’m not here to please you
Take a breath and let the word of Christ speak
Take me away
Let the words of the Almighty carry me home, to a grace no living man has ever known
The body of Christ is breaking beneath us, but we have redemption in Jesus
This dying world is coming unglued, but we have so much left to do
Break every chain keeping humanity bound
When a divided world breaks, you will hear seven trumpets sound
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