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Desert
03:05
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Dull and senseless drones,
Searching for their feed.
Living among the dust.
Veils of disregard.
Comatose.
Murmurs become their identity.
Woe is to you, false gods.
You will taste an absence of breath between your nervous lips.
The ones whom you plague will witness your fall.
Don't you see what this is doing.
Blinded by the smoke and mirrors.
Smoke and mirrors.
Pleasure and joy are not synonymous,
I want you to know the differences.
I want you to know the differences.
I can't believe what I am seeing.
The only true form of love is lust.
You put your trust in false hallucinations.
And place your hope among the ashes
I can't stand for this.
Pleasure and joy are not synonymous.
You're bound to this lie.
The dust caught in your eyes,
Has made you blind.
This world will fall.
You must let go.
A return to sovereignty must occur.
An inheritance is coming.
Holy Father!
Show us what true joy is!
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Dust
05:17
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This world will sink into an abyss,
Reflecting the crooked heart of its' population.
Neglecting the true source of life,
Drowning in a sea of dust.
Rise up! Awake from your slumber!
Rise up! Pick up your head and follow your dreams!
Don't settle in the sinking sand, follow your dreams.
We have much work to do, wake up and follow your dreams.
Trapped in the dirt.
I'm bound to these lies.
The dust caught in my eyes has made me blind.
For most of my life, I've been asleep.
Only to wake up and feed.
Focusing on the failures of others.
I've become blind.
I can't see the stains on my own back.
I can't see the stains on my back.
I can't see the stains.
Burn down the idols before you.
Burn down the idols.
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Storm
05:09
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I've left my home for the hope of glory.
Living among the dust.
So focused on my own reflections,
Sand is filling my lungs.
We are told who we are,
But are these dry bones truly alive?
Feed me no more lies.
I've had enough.
My throat has become dry.
I will become one with the ground.
My skin begins to drip, bones floating away in the wind.
We must wake up. We must wake up!
Being a part of a social wasteland haunts my dreams.
It promises peace and security,
but I've become a part of the golden sea.
Left wanting.
We've fallen, into this prison
We've fallen, into this prison
Fall!
Rain down the heavens!
Release the waters! x3
Our lives aren't worth wasting!
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4. |
Tide(I)
03:38
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His grace is beyond comprehension.
We are so unworthy, yet he calls us by our names.
Redeemed. Set free. Holy.
Redeemed. Set free. Powerful.
You are worth so much more than this world will tell you.
Look into the Creator's eyes.
Forgive us.
Forgive us.
We cry out begging for your forgiveness.
Forgive us.
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5. |
Tide(II)
03:55
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Revelation 4:8
Holy, holy, holy is our God. Who was, and is, and is to come.
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