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Boston Song
03:57
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Finally, a place to rid me of my rotting schemes,
A demise that woke the dead from sleep.
So why do we judge hearts and overturn grace?
I thought I could be alive in my sleep, but truthfully
He says I'm forgiven, but I have made my sins a prison.
This place holds two paths and don't you know we're better than that?
I follow a king with one crown;
I lay my life all the way down.
You diggers look for gold when this is a mine for priceless treasures.
I hope the walls collapse,
So your ways are buried with your traps.
And then You said,
"Look my son, my love is provision. Your sins are forgiven.
I'll guide you home. I've called you my own.
Have heart that I will guide you by lions and by love."
Corruption. Is this heart's middle name
Because pride comes first, then shame comes last.
I'm going to watch myself change.
He's going to watch me change.
Watch me change.
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Saints and sinners are one and the same,
Both people, both humans, trapped in this sinful game.
Fight, kill, feed the greed, while others starve for basic needs.
We all fall short; we all pull triggers.
God called us to His grace ‘cause His saints are still sinners.
We’re singing to the choir, sinners and saints, going back into their graves.
We’re singing to the choir, sinners and saints, making beds within their graves.
Scream my name if you’re looking for help in the pain!
Scream my name if you’re looking for help and for change!
This world was created in color, but quickly turned to black and white.
It’s our mission to paint it back to life.
Men talk with their tongues and speak with their hearts, all three die.
Only a man’s actions truly survive.
I hope I die for this so my blood is like Your Son’s,
Spilt to become so much more.
I hope I die for this.
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Sinner Now Saved
05:01
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To be honest, I am a liar born with the instinct to kill,
Trained to control and put my trust in a pill.
Every day’s the same. If only this sin was just a beautiful game.
But the die I roll decides life or death, and the chances of life roll pretty less…
In love now, I sin with guilt.
It’s hard leaving behind what took so long to build.
I will try to get up on my own, but it feels like I’ve broken all my bones…
Lover of angels,
Lover of thieves,
Those who are lost come rest in He.
Time to pursue this dream come true –
He gave perfection away so we could have it too.
Then You pulled me out of this darkness.
They once called me liar but now call me…
...no different.
I am the same man with a new blood,
But no one cares who you are until you bleed.
But I’ll never fall, so I’ll never meet their needs.
Everyone says, “Be more like your Father.”
I can’t makes bones from dirt and wine from water, let alone fix mine!
And, my God, they hurt! Breathe on them! Breathe on them!
Then You pulled me out of the darkness.
Pull me out of the darkness.
They once called me liar, but now call me…
"Lover of angels,"
"Lover of thieves,"
Those who are lost come rest in He.
Time to pursue this dream come true –
He gave perfection away so we could have it too.
I am just trying to make it to the beginning of this life and the end of this death.
I’ve broken all my bones; my God, they hurt for You.
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Emiliano Zapata
03:50
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I've been drinking their poison since I was just a kid.
They told me what was making me die would make me live.
Made for a different life than my Father's plans -
Instantly demoted to half a man.
I don't need the world's opinions,
Especially not in faith of God's comprehension.
Put me in the streets.
Teach me to teach.
Put me on a stage,
I'll give it my all.
Called to impossible feats.
Called to the road underneath my feet.
They've been spitting on my dreams for far too long.
What they didn't know is that they're my inspiration to write these songs.
I don't need the world's opinions,
Especially not in faith of God's comprehension.
You better believe I'm going to die standing up before I bow down to what this world wants.
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Save my tattered soul, affectionate one.
Revive me like you revived your son.
Exhume our souls; unearth our hearts so rebellion of church and home can start.
I will break all of your traditions.
You call yourself a home,
You're nothing but a church.
Strength is for service, not status.
When someone falters in their faith,
We need to falter in our pride.
Wake to this need, so exalted:
Homeless hearts on the street.
We give ourselves, our churches,
As homes for the broken.
The words of the wicked: "Lie in wait for blood."
But the mouth of the upright shall deliver the innocent ones.
When you spit in the face of God
His return is a kiss.
Save my tattered soul, Affectionate One.
Revive me like You revived Your Son.
Exhume our souls, unearth our hearts so rebellion of church and home can start.
This is what we call home.
A place of love, we are not alone.
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