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Album: I Believe, Help My Unbelief
God did not die for this American dream so what makes me think I have the right to be free to overlook everything going on while claiming that this place is not my home? I've buried my head in the sand for too long; watch the divide grow from the excuses. I've hid my face cause it's a broken world but I can't look away, I'm filled with questions. Why do I sleep when everything around me starves and bleeds? I just keep my eyes blind and clean because I choose look away from everything. I am the lost son. I've seen the bodies burn, plunge to the ocean floor. I've seen the masses gather crying out for a cure. I've watched a gap place itself within the human race. Surely there must be a way out of this. Give me peace. Show me the reasons, I can't comprehend. I don't believe silence is the answer. I've got blood on my hands. I've seen broken lives hang on to broken dreams reaching out while everything is crumbling. Kingdom come and restore what's been stolen. Take your place and reform all this chaos. I try to hold on to hope but some days seem hopeless. Take 2 steps back to let it all sink in. If your cross has no place in this then I want no part of it. Kingdom come.
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