I have freedom I have Jesus you want freedom? you need Jesus america - land of free america - show your freedom to me look at us - I hate our little circles
you've heard the whole story you don't want to be a part you've taken Jesus Christ and locked him out of your heart if you're not for him you're against
a scream is heard from the street outside another soul that is ready to die when hope is lost there's no need to go on that soul is crushed by the dread
look at you shake... I see it on your face... why are you so afraid...? looking down from above for much too long on the masses you're here to serve
full of hype the children of the corn inverted crosses hangin' from your ears you run at the mouth and ruin our shows you sing about death to hide your
you went to church on sunday you got your sunday school star you act so secure but you don't know who you are you got drunk on friday late drag God's
a nation of millions of lost little sheep the mass effects so many who believe all they see the media's children the people of sleep taught to rest in
the fool has said in his heart "there is no God" he loves evil more than good deceit from his tongue no one who understands no one who could fire will
who wants to grow up in a world that's so unfair? and who wants to live in a world where nobody cares? bombs in your backyard all your doors are locked
looking for a way that's just not God's a c. or a p.? make up your mind light and dark they just don't mix we love you all but something needs to be fixed
"I hate you, it's your fault my life's messed up I don't care what you say, my way's right. where's your proof that anarchy just won't work?" but Jesus
when my life was empty when my life was dead the pain was taking over and i wanted life to end "it's time...to say... goodbye...for good..." then one
from mother's womb to garbage can the little children die although they never took a breath those babies were alive the infants are sucked through a tube
sitting here thinking back on the better days, the days gone past before the change, the way things were when everything was new and pure when life was
3 a.m. shots ring again good-bye to another night's rest pusher in the tradewinds been cold two days found dead by the manager's kid more fights at the
"silence!" said the demon to the other as they circled, "the young boy is trying to think. the final thoughts course through his mind even now as we speak
from the very moment I heard your deceit and subtle lies from the moment you shocked me silent I burned to question: why? why? why do you insist, you
intro: isaiah 41:23 & 24 the roots deep of this wicked tree they're reaching out seeking to change me it's struggle enough not live for my "self" gotta