| I’ve traveled back from the depths of my soul to find that nothing is as it
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| seems
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| I’ll watch the world lose control and fall apart at the seams
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| What will be without the great I Am on our side? |
| Our hearts devoured by dreams
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| and as we walk away we are consumed
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| I cannot stay silent: we’ve left no room for a savior
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| Warnings ring out but we have grown too deaf to hear, too blind to see the
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| coming storm as it draws near
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| We cannot be afraid to face the truth: there is blood on our hands and we are
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| moving backwards. |
| How do we justify the things we’ve done?
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| Though too far gone we say, «wash away all of this. |
| And with your grace,
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| bring me back to you.»
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| I cannot stay silent: the coming storm will wash us away. |
| How our feet wander,
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| they brought us here where swords are at our throats. |
| We sow wheat but we reap
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| thorns. |
| Forever we will reap thorns until the moment we wake
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| It will be too late to dig ourselves out of the grave on our own.
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| Beasts will be called to devour, destroyers will swarm, because in this place
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| our lives are restrained and we can no longer prevail |