few left standing
blistered spirit
Blistered spirit of resentment No need for a spiritual crutch Force fed religion With every swallow leaves A bad taste in your mouth You would rather die strong Than recognize your weakness Needs God Preserve the physical Eternal goes untouched You are what you embrace You don't hate me I'm just like you You hate the God That breathes in me Fear of being loved A blistered spirit is lifeless Salvation will come When you lie flat on your back And have no place to look but up Every knee shall bow Every tongue confess That Jesus Christ is Lord