Life, it’s so painless when all is for thrills,
Faith, only when you want it to be real
Comfort, comfort, complacency kills.
There’s more to this life than what you can feel.
Self-centered fools, it’s all about you,
Tell that to God on the day of his wrath.
Drink from the well of contempt which you drew,
Onto the road, we step off of the path
If truth is but rules, feelings, and words
Hollow our souls, and hallow our heads.
Claim that which by blood was conquered.
Leave all the shame and the sorrows for dead.
Is what you’re living for, worth dying for?
There is freedom and love forevermore.
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