Letras
Yeah
No more pretending
No more hiding
It's time to confront the truth—face to face
Awaken our minds
It's high time we stop pretending
And confront the truth face to face
We must break the mental slavery
We use fear to hide behind Bible chapters
We have refused to address what really matters
We worship men hidden behind the name of God
Our brains so slow that we have to consult the scriptures
Our lives depend on scriptures—so the enemies took advantage
Built upon fear, control, and false hope
They say the best way to attack... is to target the weak point
And the weak point, at a point, became a strong point
Religious centers became banks
Altars became stages
Preachers became brands
Bibles became products
Tithes became taxes
Miracles became marketing
We come from a place where everyone is a king—
We don't kneel for anyone
Now we kneel to foreign gods
Kneel to propose
Kneel to the knock
Kneel ladies—
We have to heal
We left our battles for God
What kind of spell are we under
We waiting for the trumpet
While we are trump-pet—played and plucked
They sold us heaven in the sky
While they build theirs here on Earth
This is the fourth generation waiting for the second coming
Sleeping with people's wives—with a second Cumming
But the second coming
Is the moment you awaken to the truth incoming
It's time
To look into the eyes
Of those manipulators in altars
And tell them to Depart
The rapture is here
Our ancestors have awoken
The false religion will no longer grow
While schools fall
Our spirituality is practical—not faith‑based
My policy
Any faith that separates you from God is a cage
Let's go within