Don’t try and make me listen
To all your superstition
That you been selling for so, so long . . .
It’s killing me cause your’e so far gone
Fly like a flame through the Face of the Sun
Rise with the fire till the battle is won
Blind to what the world says can never be done
Fight until the end
In the name of Love
I see a 100 devils
Preaching another level
Selling the high road to low, low, low . . .
They’re lying to our faces
And nothing ever changes
They’re saying yes, I say no, no, no . . .
Then said Jesus unto his disciples,
“If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.”
“And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot
be my disciple.”
“Imitate me, as I imitate Christ.”
Awakenings 
“Question”
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
’cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That’s what the war of love is for.
It’s not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It’s more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won’t believe it’s true.
That all the love you’ve been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I’m looking for someone to change my life.
I’m looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
I’m looking for someone to change my life.
I’m looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
It’s not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It’s more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
When we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.
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