Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hallelujah , by - Stik Figa. Release date: 03.11.2019
Song language: English
Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Put your hands high |
| Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied |
| All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly |
| Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized |
| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Put your hands high |
| Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied |
| All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly |
| Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized |
| Don’t overthink it no need to relinquish secrets |
| Want the whole story I only give them the pieces |
| Thinking it’s competing, the lessons never completed |
| To punish the heretics need strict adherence to the edict |
| Word to the Sanhedrin who lust for a place of prominence |
| Wicked dominance was accomplished with most accomplices |
| Overconfidence, self-serving, corrupted politics |
| Ominous retribution promised, watch the apocalypse |
| A man without country, consultant or embassy |
| A planet out of orbit, satellite no frequency |
| Working from a deficit trying to claim victory |
| Since infancy without and infantry fight through the injury |
| Vandalize the edifice decoding what it represents |
| More than decorative excavations of the evidence |
| Decimating the sections of natives desert the settlement |
| Reward our negligence with a pocket full of presidents |
| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Put your hands high |
| Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied |
| All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly |
| Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized |
| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Put your hands high |
| Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied |
| All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly |
| Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized |
| Carried on these shoulders a heavy load of commitment |
| Never handed folks carry low opinions |
| Making loaded statements they swear they know from a distance |
| They put me under the scope to see where I’m inconsistent |
| For it was written as forgiveness and not permission |
| Sticking to the tenents not chasing an apparition |
| Follow premonition dismissing my apprehension |
| Contingent of the blessing these critics wish to inhibit |
| Heard your suggestions, I question if you’re even objective |
| Misdirected, projections, mean you might’ve missed the message |
| But any weapon you form I promise is ineffective |
| But any weapon you form I promise is ineffective |
| And I heard that you could move a mountain with faith |
| But all this praying ain’t moving these bullets out of the way |
| Between here and the stars, I’ve been counting the space |
| Every night, trying to read what your countenance say |
| On God |
| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Put your hands high |
| Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied |
| All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly |
| Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized |
| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| Put your hands high |
| Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied |
| All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly |
| Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized |