We gonna have to fight
We gonna have to fight
We gonna have to fight now,
Spiritual warfare,
Impulse, what up?
V1: We know a know a silent fiend,
Who lives inside us all,
Wantin' nothin' more than to take away the joy we call,
In ink he scawls us all,
Upon an empty wall,
Countin' down days before we slip up and a take the fall,
We wanted nothing less,
Than to know what it meant,
To live without the loomin' fear of insignificance,
And without you we would be clueless in the ways of it,
Clueless in every way in terms of finding innocence,
V2: We in a world War,
They battles everywhere.
The sin of man personified in bullet form appear,
Rippin' the earth ta shreds, hatred distressin', causin' fear,
We in a choke hold and the demons never disappear,
We are the tortured hand,
That reaches out to God,
Can you not taste the sorrow drippin from my bullet scars?
But you are light engraved,
Upon once shattered life,
And we takin' up arms battlin' all they demon spite,
Chorus:
And we ready to fight,
Sword of the Spirit,
We got a fist full uh pain and we ready to bring it,
Word uh truth leadin' to automatic KO,
Now everybody know, everybody know.
Alternate Chorus:
All my people get cha ammunition,
We refuse to be overun,
Raise that flag up and assume positions,
We reclaimin' this planet for the the Son.
V3: We in a new age,
And yet it's getting old,
Don't wanna buy into your movement cuz you're moving coal,
Convincing everyone around you to embrace the mold,
But fitting in begins a festering within the soul,
I do not claim to be,
perfection in the least,
And I refuse to judge the living, or resting in peace,
But if you ever askin' why I don't acknowledge Priest,
It's because Judas left a poison kiss on either cheek,
V4: We know a conduit,
A means by which to feel,
Preventin' me from killin' myself when the pain is real,
A joy so intimate the intimidation is healed,
No longer (draggin' my feet (triplet), though I may stagger through these fields,
I'm holdin' my morale,
Way up above my head,
Because I been resurrected and I ain't fearin' death,
- If you still wanna hate on what I stand for, go ahead, but
follow and we'll dine on eternal bread...