Soul murderers, what do you think occurs?
Is it because of your hurts, do you not care what is learned?
I’m trying not to get angry but this topic makes me shaky
For the lives you’ve been taking, the life that’s been shaken
And if she likes this bit, you messed up her head to enjoy that pit
And if it was up to me, I’d use profanity
But as you’ll see, God’s forgiven me
And His grace calls for a different pace
And to deny His face would be to claim another throne

We’ve made *** our throne
The thing we turn to when we feel alone
But loneliness comes from trying to fill that hole
With things we should know don’t made us whole
God is the only one that completes us
It offers us nothing to seek lust
So will we force our chasm for a quick ******?
Will we deny the peace at Jesus’ feet for who we weren’t mad to be?
Or trade in *** with our hand for the God who has a much greater plan?
This obsession isn’t a question, rather it’s a name we excuse to be lame
We’re prostitutes if we constitute to enjoy out of how we ought to
But at least a ***** gets paid to save their poor
We look like God requires of us to give up everything
Take a look at Christ and how much to took to bearing
Your sinful ways are dead and buried
I’d say it’s a pretty good trade
To hand your life over to the God who will have it made
You look to these things to feel worth
But wouldn’t you agree this endless cycle is a curse?
Turn to the only name that follows through
Is our Lord and Savior who makes brand new
And my anger is overtaken because He’s the God of savin’
And He will bring justice, but before then He offers us a way out of corruption
There is a God who can revive souls
When you surrender for Him to mold