We've been scavenging for life amongst the bones of the dead, and we drink putrid waters to quench our thirst. For how long will we ignore the voice of reason? For so long we've gouged out our own eyes. We march backwards as self proclaimed forward thinkers. Fighting amongst ourselves more than we fight our problems. We are an army but we all drift alone. Breathing contempt more than we breath the air. We plant nothing and nothing is what we grow. But we demand so much more. Led astray by everything that we say we don't believe. But we were made for so much more than this. We've been seeking the answers by reading more questions, and we bathe in knowledge, but we need wisdom. Mesmerized by the lies formed from our own lips. Paralyzed by the monsters we made with our hands. Like cattle leading themselves to the slaughter, we swear we live free, when we've been dead forever. We were made to be his hands. We were made to speak his words. We were made to move mountains. We were made to silence giants. Brothers stand firm with your arms raised high. Raise the dead, heal the sick, give sight to the blind. We were the lost. Now we are found. With a single voice we will shake the ground. Make your choice, stand tall or fall down. As for me and my house we will praise the Lord.
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