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The Second Death
05:02
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How someone so powerful
has such a hard time
being taken seriously
I'll never know
Holding the keys to death and life
Holding together creation
one word at a time
yet nobody can truly know
the most high
I want to know my God so bad
but I can't get past my head
I've been feeding my natural man
he's a giant and my spirits tired
but i'm taking my rest
with the one who holds the power
of the second death.
How could someone so powerful
could give a gift like free will
and then his son
it must be love, yahweh.
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2. |
Secret Secrets
02:56
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There's a secret too terrible to tell
the eye at the top of the pyramid is
looking up at you... from the bowels of hell.
Aw yeah! it's that time, we're throwing red ink
all over this madness we call modern life
yeah right, you had us fooled
til we took a look or two
at the scriptures that gripped us by the heart
pointed us to that book of life
saw our names written down
accounted for - the blood of christ
it sets us free - it breaks the curse
eternity spent with him
we're walking on the fire rim....
<<We know we are just dancing fools for you
we owe our lives to Jesus Christ
he's made a place for us in heaven
we just have to accept the gift that is given>>
There's a secret..... there's no death
that's the gospel in one breath - there's no death
and you're not drinking blood
or getting drown in a flood
nothing mechanical, electrical
no messing with your gene's
you're forgiven and washed clean
ready for eternity
we're made in the image of God
perfect and deathless before the fall
you can thank Jesus for his fearless work at the cross
he paid it all - he reached down to save us all!
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3. |
Wicked Is Not The Word
03:38
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Wicked's not the word
it's just the emptiness
that comes from chasing that myth
watching someone you love
struggling to fix that wound
with something that doesn't heal
(and getting addicted... yeah.)
It's time to get real
pushing that rock up that hill
Wicked's not the word
to describe your clique
it's that sick feeling you get
in the pit of your heart
watching someone you love
struggling to plug that hole
with something that doesn't fit
(and getting addicted... yeah.)
Step up to the ledge
and jump, no hesitations
ghadam, we're nearly 40 years old
and still the same shit
chasing down the myth of the rockstar
we're brainwashed
no one makes a dent in the system
by playing safe, boss.
we're emulating crap on the radio
they can't play me do
everything's a back room deal
paid in fellatio
everyone's a black eyed shill
taking the blue pills
when good men do nothing
evil wins, so begin.
Whooo! that's right.
we're standing up for Jesus Christ.
We've got to move everyday
always moving on
We've got to learn everyday
something new and odd
Wicked's not the word
it's just an ignorance
of the state of our soul
(we're just falling apart)
watching someone you love
struggling to save themselves
it's something they'll never get
(and it's breaking my heart)
as time went by we didn't grow up
we stayed as children
the lies just sort of gobbled us up
we didn't feel it
sliding down the slippery slope
in little pieces
we fell into the jaws of no hope
forgetting Jesus
if you think that's not a part of the
master plan
separating children of God from the
son of Man
I don't give a bleeeyaaahh
what you think i am
it hurts
but if you're a afraid of the first death
the second is much worse.
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