Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray, artist - Flobots. Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Song language: English
Pray |
| Any dream can become a nightmare |
| If we never wake from it |
| Any person can seem like a devil |
| When their story and history are lost to lies |
| We are blinded by falsehoods and weak mythology |
| We are called to wake |
| We are called to rise |
| The opposite of oppression is liberation |
| Together we can confront the bloodstained chapters of our stories |
| And write with new ink |
| Pages of reconciliation and forgiveness |
| It is time for an exorcism |
| To expel the demons which have separated us |
| To purge our souls from the toxic claims of whiteness |
| To walk gloriously into that great truth we have always known |
| We are family |
| When my father handed me the lash |
| Taught me false tradition |
| Separate my family white from black |
| Consecrate division |
| I was young and ignorant of grace |
| Lived as they had taught me |
| Down in the river |
| I claim my sins |
| Cast the devil off me |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| Blessed be my witness |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| Cry for my forgiveness |
| When the demons beckoned me to come |
| Why did I believe them |
| Named my brother as three fifths a man |
| Left his body bleeding |
| Claimed my sister as their property |
| Used her for their pleasure |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| Cleanse my sins forever |
| Look at me and what do you see |
| See somebody up in a tree |
| Saying don’t lie to us |
| At the worst of times |
| I see nursery rhymes |
| Too anonymous to believe |
| I’d rewrite them posthumously |
| But we can’t wipe the blood from these leaves |
| It’s inside of us |
| Like a demon spawn |
| Conceived deep beyond |
| Pray to God for us to be free |
| I first caught him in the valley where the water was tainted |
| Followed on the map and saw the spot where it was painted |
| The bottle was ancient |
| Fiddle with the folds of a riddle made sacred |
| 7 million dollars out of only one sl-p |
| From the mystery run |
| Screaming oh my God it’s begun |
| Now we read prophecies of our progeny |
| And the monsters they have become |
| What the hell have we done? |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| Make my soul unbroken |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| Let my eyes be opened |
| Hip hop is transphobic |
| I speak the statement seeking its irrelevance |
| When it’s said the further from hell it gets |
| So why call BLM some terrorists |
| We did the same with Martin |
| And worse with the suffragettes |
| First resistance |
| Forgiveness is coming next |
| Before the wing is the cell of the chrysalis |
| The catalyst to something else |
| They’d pay attention |
| If I eliminated a Mona Lisa |
| When God’s masterpieces are |
| Killed with increasing frequency |
| Imitate immortals just to get someone to listen |
| We are building up a world that changes shame into contrition |
| We have named our mission |
| Praying, not condemning |
| Blood relations are craving witness |
| Liberation from this nation’s sickness |
| We will win with no malice and no militias |
| Speak truth to your neighbor |
| For we are all members of one body |
| Be angry and sin not |
| Do not let the sun go down on your wrath |
| Nor give place to the devil |
| Our weapon will not be righteousness |
| Our tool will be humanity |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| Shout him from the heavens |
| Usher in the souls long cast aside |
| Beg for resurrection |
| Turn and face your savior eye to eye |
| Stand for your conviction |
| Pray the pale white devil back to hell |
| 'Til the Lord is risen |