she made the Seducer look cool
he picked up a guitar and sang his guts out
so we could worship any fool
so we could spend our time at his pleasure
let the uncontrollable bunnies out
and judge one another with envious measure
so we could follow any fancy
and turn our lives into an idol bazaar
sleepwalking through the golden age
of the devil's experiment
of the blind breeding and leading blind
of the delusional bruising the Word
of the greedy selling our future tense
the lustful destroying our common sense
and the perverts demonizing innocence
while the world applauds
will you hear a wake up call
if you traded your conscience for a fashion sense?
will a blackmailer save you from the law?
will an extortioner balance your books?
will a perjurer write your story?
how will you change your shame into glory
when a spoiled brat sits on the highest high chair
and there is no reason or hope in this affair
there is only i want what i want what i want
and i have my gold my guns and my gang
so my tantrums are the law of the land
it could never be darker than that
when the jokers are the ones
who hold the kingdom's light
and when the King comes back
whom will He find faithful to His word?
the poor, the kids who believe
the cheated, the wounded, the hurt
the falsely accused, the persecuted
the sick and elderly deprived of care
the orphans, the widows, the whole fold
and some kicked around immigrants
with enough hope for the whole world
he picked up a guitar and sang his guts out
so we could worship any fool
so we could spend our time at his pleasure
let the uncontrollable bunnies out
and judge one another with envious measure
so we could follow any fancy
and turn our lives into an idol bazaar
sleepwalking through the golden age
of the devil's experiment
of the blind breeding and leading blind
of the delusional bruising the Word
of the greedy selling our future tense
the lustful destroying our common sense
and the perverts demonizing innocence
while the world applauds
will you hear a wake up call
if you traded your conscience for a fashion sense?
will a blackmailer save you from the law?
will an extortioner balance your books?
will a perjurer write your story?
how will you change your shame into glory
when a spoiled brat sits on the highest high chair
and there is no reason or hope in this affair
there is only i want what i want what i want
and i have my gold my guns and my gang
so my tantrums are the law of the land
it could never be darker than that
when the jokers are the ones
who hold the kingdom's light
and when the King comes back
whom will He find faithful to His word?
the poor, the kids who believe
the cheated, the wounded, the hurt
the falsely accused, the persecuted
the sick and elderly deprived of care
the orphans, the widows, the whole fold
and some kicked around immigrants
with enough hope for the whole world
