Raise your king up on a throne Built on the shoulders of your own complacency His regime is a product of rejection There he stands Your ruler and your destiny There he stands
Put to death what is of this earth Your lust, your greed, your impurity Rid yourself of the malice within You bear the mark of idolatry
Because of these the wrath of god is coming Because of these the wrath of god is coming
No more, put it aside No more, put it aside You used to walk in these ways In the life you once lived
You used to walk in these ways In the life you used to lived