When waters run deep,
we will stand like mountains.
I am for peace, but when I speak,
it is for war.

Dress me in your cloak, induct me into your cult.
Use an open tomb as my throat,
the laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died,
brainwash me with set standards and a loss of hope.
Then put me under this microscope.
Do I fit the perfect description?
Poster boy for your artificial religion.
Do I fit the perfect description? Never!
You filled the world with fervent deceit,
now the serpent and the servant meet.
Behold your end when you seduce with corruption.
False light draws false life.
When the depths have risen we will bring down the heavens.
The laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died.
Brainwash with set standards.
False light draws false life.
Hell Must Fear Me! Hell must fear us all.
Serpent servant, bring your fury.
Hell must fear me!

When every thing's gone, anything goes.
Theories without real foundation,
blind folds entire nations,
idols as big as your bank account is.
No compromise.
Your gods resemble humanity,
the irony is they are inferior and nonfunctional in their making.
Are we here by chance?
That would make our circumstance absolutely worthless,
flesh and blood without purpose.
Are you part of no bigger scheme?
Don't bother with self esteem,
are we all but fading dreams.
The vastness of space,
the delicacy of your face,
the artistry of nature,
all without a painter.
From sunrise to sunset are we part of this big accident?
When everything's gone, anything goes.

Here we are, storming the gates of Hell.
Our whispers will silence your roars
and our roars will wreck your lives.

So here we come. (x8)

We were withered and drowned out,
but raised up in sun soaked brilliance.
Raised up.

This is our sound cutting through the noise.
This is our sound cutting through the noise.
Come forth, arise, overcome.

Choir of disciples. (x4)

Here we are, storming the gates of Hell.
Our whispers will silence your roars
and our roars will wreck your lives.

So here we come. (x8)

We were withered and drowned out,
but raised up in sun soaked brilliance.
Come forth, arise, overcome, and return from exile.
Return from exile, return from exile.

Welcome to forever, on this wrinkled piece of paper.
Welcome to forever, I write a letter to you,
to this generation and the generations to come.
Vanity of vanities, everything under the sun.
Everything under the sun, everything will be forgotten.
All that you remember, wrapped around this world.

Grasping for the wind,
where both the wise and the fools
both achieve emptiness in the end.
Emptiness in the end.
Where does the time go?
Who are we when we are all alone?
When we're all alone.

Welcome to forever, everything will be forgotten.
All that you remember, wrapped up in this world.
Welcome to forever, everything will be forgotten.
All that you remember, wrapped up in this world.

Grasping for the wind,
where both the wise and the fools
both achieve emptiness in the end.
Both achieve emptiness in the end.

Welcome to forever, on this wrinkled piece of paper.
Welcome to forever,I write a letter to you.
Look back and retrace your steps.
Look back and retrace your steps.
Don't look at the clouds
and ignore the one coming through them,
coming through them.

If you wanna find Heaven with me,
I will show you the way.
Eternal youth, forever young,
immortalize your name.
Immortalize your name.
My foolish heart put nails through me.
On His day, I will be ready.

We are the children of the age,
out of control, out of place.
We will demolish this religion
that you have made.
Nails. Through. Me.

If you wanna find Heaven with me,
I will show you the way.
Uphold my name
so I can proudly claim yours.
We call you God, but you are king.
Strip me of my status, my everything,
immortalize my name.

We are the children of the age,
out of control, out of place.
We will demolish this religion
that you have made.

We will battle for our kingdom,
we are more than conquerors. (x4)

Revival.
Revival.
Revival.
Revival.
Revival, America.
Revival, America
Revival.
Revival, America.
America.

Martyr, I saw the dead before the throne.
Martyr, I saw the dead before the throne.
Martyr.
The ending is better than the beginning.

What has been given will last forever,
nothing added, nothing taken away.
In this time when injustice seems to prevail,
we are without failure.

So what do you fear?
It's going to get harder and harder.
I scream, "Martyr!" in the house of mourning.
I scream "Martyr!" in the house of mourning.

The temporaries fleeting with eternity in our hearts.
Our song will always remain with all authority.

The ending is better than the beginning.
What has been given will last forever,
may these words never diminish
with short term memories,
but may the echoes resonate eternity.
Manifested through me.
So what do you fear?
GO!

I scream "Martyr!" in the house of mourning.
Our song will always remain with all authority.
With all authority.

When I speak may it bend, break and bleed sincerity.
When I speak may it bend, break and bleed sincerity.
A voice, a voice like running waters,
it's not dry nor is it hollow,
that is a river you want to follow.

There are those who debase His word,
look the part, but it's too absurd.
Diminish His word, look the part, but it's too absurd.
Too absurd.

I'm not telling you,
I'm not telling you to meet any conditions,
but to question everything?
Everything has its time.
Everything has its season,
its purpose, timing, its reason.
My length of years put into perspective.
Now's the time to question everything.
Everything has its time.

Not trying to shove anything down anyone's throats,
forgive me for judging the breath of life
and the breath we breathe.
Not trying to shove anything down anyone's throats,
forgive me for judging the breath of life
and the breath we breathe.

When I speak may it bend, break and bleed sincerity.
When I speak may it bend, break and bleed sincerity.
A voice like running waters,
it's not dry nor is it hollow.
That is a river that you want to follow, want to follow.
Question everything.
Question everything.
Question everything.
Everything.

Songs in the night are sung in the city of refuge.
Songs in the night are sung in the city of refuge.

I call you out to choose your side.
Find the truth amongst the lies.
Find the truth amongst the lies.

I want to see your tears.
I want to see anger.
Bring out your fears,
take them out on me.

Songs in the night are sung in the city of refuge.
Songs in the night are sung in the city of refuge.

We live in a world of hate,
a beautiful place seen through obscure eyes.
Caught in the glimpse of this life.
How do I find what I seek?
Where does Your glory and I meet?

This speck of light is my creeping death,
I can't wait 'til I'm dead only to live again.
Filled with filth, I don't need this anymore.
Filled with filth, I don't need this anymore.

How can I think I am alive
when I have never lived before?

This speck of light is my creeping death,
I can't wait 'til I'm dead only to live again.

This world has created an ending that starts tonight.

We live in a world of hate,
a beautiful place seen through obscure eyes.
Caught in the glimpse of this life.
How do I find what I seek?
Where does Your glory and I meet?

This is where I begin. (x4)