America isn't big enough to shake her fist in the face of a holy God and get away with it
Already there are looms over our land, the black shadow of the judgment of God
It takes the shape of a crumbling economy, of splintered family structures
Of international reproach
Perhaps the most ominous is the distinct shape of the hammer and sickle
Put aside your idiocy
It's not going to change the world
It's not part of history
You're the only one do you think anyone understands?
What's more important?
The world's problems or the x on your hand?
Want to hide under a rock and pretend no problems exist?
You might be comfortable but half the world isn't
If you don't take time to question, how will you come up with any solution?
Your stagnant numb comfort, go back to sleep
Doing it for the kids you're full of shit
This could be a piece of the revolution, but you're trying to kill it
Brain numbing, unthreatening, unquestioning, afraid of change
Too content with keeping everything the same, the same
Brain numbing, unthreatening, unquestioning, afraid of change
Brain numbing, unthreatening, unquestioning, afraid of change
But wait, God isn't dead, his truth still stands
Righteousness exaults a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people
And god isn't mutt, for whatsoever a man's soul that shell he also reed
His nation has homeless seeds of sin and rebellion against God
But what of the harvest, what of the horrible harvest that we shall certainly reed
