Hook:
Rise up from pit
Take a little hit

Wait a little bit
You'll make to it the end


Verse 1:

Endless genocide

mindless suicide.
People overseas will die for just a ride
In life it's a war like its a schism

But Turn minus into plus electromagnetism.
I will die imperfect but I'll never be worthless
wielding the spirit of God so don't cherp me

Your whole live you've been swiming in mediocrity.
Mind of paradoxes and you're confused like Socrates
You're like don't bother me. Honestly.

And you're souls rotting food from a third worlds prisons kitchen ain't good for you. And the world paint and ugly picture with your vomit.
Cults in high places, celeb court cases.
Misfortune everywhere the truth you can't face it.

Vultures in suits live off your people's rotting flesh
I don't fear lifes tests or the rest of it
I sneeze on societal woes always be blessing it


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Verse 2:

I'm a crooked stick drawing straight lines in a fallen world filled with people dying

You get deaf off sound of your own voice crying
Kids having kids and killing them hunger games
But the odds are never in your favor. All you've ever known was pain

Your mother died wife left now your daughter says she now hates you
You can't provide for your own
Government says your alone

Society says you're a leech sucking blood from your nation's arm
But you're never defeated unless you give up on God
World is never messed up?

Why can't priests fess up
God is all dressed up if he doesn't clean his mess up
We say God has no place in our civilization

but blame him when days seem dim and he ain't friends
We have the gift of life all need to do is use it for him
But in deceit we play with our gift like toys we break them

You have this gift but Sadness is your plan to dismiss this bliss
Meaninglessness is as much a choice as meaning is
Feeding this beast is giving death a kiss

Hopelessness nope I dismiss that mess listen to this
I have no choice but to enjoy our God as dope as this
I have a rope and I'm holding this to climb out the pit till I have a swollen wrist

In a world as freezing cold as this
You have to put hope in this
things work for the good of those who hold his promise

Don't be a doubter like Thomas
Believe before you see don't be a peeping Tom kid
You'll make to the end


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