You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdoms' gonna fall.
You're collecting money from everyone you meet, you think you're gonna rule, sit in the judgment seat. You're building up your kingdom, storing all your wealth, peddling salvation ,drawing followers to your self. Fighting tooth and nail, preaching in the street, you say "God" is your Father but you bow at Satan's feet. Are you serving God or money? Do you curse or bless the poor? When a prophet knocks, do you close your ears and lock your door? You use God's name in vain. You set your throne above, consumed with greed and power while proclaiming "peace" and "love".
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
The temple's that you've built will soon be turned to dust, not one stone left unturned, consumed by moths and rust. The remnant will be called forth, united by the sound, the vine will wrap around the pillars and tear your kingdom down. The grass grows through the cracks, turning mortar into dust, the earth will swallow you, your graven images will bust. You heed the call of nations but ignore your brethren at your door, you set up markets in your tabernacles and exploit and use the poor. Looking to the sky you claim to hear the call, you prophesy a lie but a hard rain's gonna fall.
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
You've turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves, you're blinded by hypocrisy and you're spreading your disease. You talk about "Redemption" and then speak of "holy" war, if "God" is on your side then what are you fighting for? Beat your swords into plowshares and maybe then you will bear fruit, the branches have taken arms and cut the vine off at the root. You say you're filled with "the spirit" yet defend an unjust war, i think you're filled with something else and it's evil to the core.
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
You call good what is evil and evil what is good...rejected those you can't control and brain-washed those you could. Repent you false shepherds those who rule with an iron rod, humble yourselves before the Lord or face the wrath of God. God lives in his people, Love will reign supreme. The curtain you have woven will be ripped from seam to seam.
You're collecting money from everyone you meet, you think you're gonna rule, sit in the judgment seat. You're building up your kingdom, storing all your wealth, peddling salvation ,drawing followers to your self. Fighting tooth and nail, preaching in the street, you say "God" is your Father but you bow at Satan's feet. Are you serving God or money? Do you curse or bless the poor? When a prophet knocks, do you close your ears and lock your door? You use God's name in vain. You set your throne above, consumed with greed and power while proclaiming "peace" and "love".
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
The temple's that you've built will soon be turned to dust, not one stone left unturned, consumed by moths and rust. The remnant will be called forth, united by the sound, the vine will wrap around the pillars and tear your kingdom down. The grass grows through the cracks, turning mortar into dust, the earth will swallow you, your graven images will bust. You heed the call of nations but ignore your brethren at your door, you set up markets in your tabernacles and exploit and use the poor. Looking to the sky you claim to hear the call, you prophesy a lie but a hard rain's gonna fall.
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
You've turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves, you're blinded by hypocrisy and you're spreading your disease. You talk about "Redemption" and then speak of "holy" war, if "God" is on your side then what are you fighting for? Beat your swords into plowshares and maybe then you will bear fruit, the branches have taken arms and cut the vine off at the root. You say you're filled with "the spirit" yet defend an unjust war, i think you're filled with something else and it's evil to the core.
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
You call good what is evil and evil what is good...rejected those you can't control and brain-washed those you could. Repent you false shepherds those who rule with an iron rod, humble yourselves before the Lord or face the wrath of God. God lives in his people, Love will reign supreme. The curtain you have woven will be ripped from seam to seam.
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