verse 1 i feel like my brains trapped as the rain smacks the outside of my window my heart makes tracks my veins claps my instrumentals im writing over silent tempos as the violent wind blows my sigh crescendos why do we dive for minnows wallowing in the shallow end following hollow trends full throttle for bravos bottles models and lotto wins my goggles lens sees humanity facing calamity chasing vanity laced with profanity straight insanity i state this candidly to heals the goal in my suggestion saying christ is the answer but you still dont know the question r b cats on the radio mistake lust for love i wanna be thrust above to touch the dove to escape this sinful world ransacked by vipers anthrax and snipers rikers jam packed with lifers when christ comes his majesty will infiltrate this plane hell disintegrate the pain when he vindicates his name so verse 2 shai linne the soli deo gloria fella urban territory dweller theological storyteller trying to search the mysteries of the divine is real deep its like waking up just to find you still sleep we thrill seek life is precious many take it for granted paper demanded by lost souls vacant abandoned naked and stranded waiting for answers yet hating commandments my faith was handed to me by my savior who made the planet taking a stand in philadel trying to spill it well on the real i tell truth nobody will chill in hell its weeping and gnashing reaching and grasping forever but seeking and asking will keep you from crashing however the finite mind cant comprehend the lords love came so far to touch us it aint like he wore gloves dove heart first to rescue us from the pit we was in living in sin omnipotent king yet intimate friend thats why verse 3 cause i refuse to use mans wisdom im accused of delusional fanaticism but its musical evangelism my be the tracks and the tracks be the paper the spirits got my back so in fact this can save ya from perverts and tricks and murderous kids and its my earnest conviction youre in the furnace of affliction life has come to be a circus wonder what defeats your purpose cause the one who seeks to hurt us lurks just underneath the surface like dangelo said they want a slice of the devils pie i see the vice in a rebels eye in my city the strife levels high the poor moan the scorned roam torn homes make residential areas look like war zones christ was broken and murdered so that those who heard and converted wont be inserted inside the smoking furnace eternal flame thrower on some games over thats why we praise jehovah in these last days of noah the finite mind cant comprehend the lords love came so far down to touch us it aint like he wore gloves dove heart first to rescue us from the pit we was in living in sin omnipotent king yet intimate friend thats why hook we worship fervently all praise to christ well be worshipping for eternity