Letras
Uh, I wanna thicken the plot
Let it simmer on the flame till it stick to the pot
Try to tell 'em that the tip ain't the top
Satan selling 'em that "drip till you drop"
We all flip till we flop
Even believers with their grip on the guap
Dressed for the wedding feast, still sippin' on slop
God forgive us
Ayo, we sent Caesar Justin's Apology, sorry for his sentiments
This just in, he'll soon be parting with his eminence
Oh, surprise, surprise, or prophecy?
Wars and earthquakes, the cries of the property
The footstool's groaning
Christ still coming
Rightful heir and a ripe field summons the harvest
Watch him hold the angels at bay
Until the sons are revealed at the end of the age
Irony could have told you that your saviors were fake
Huh, sons of the night saving the day?
Nah, modern mythology, uh, common idolatry
A naturalist society with spiritual anxieties
Don't believe in the devil, but the devil still rules you
If believers are the fools, who fooled you?
Rhetorical questions, they come in all sorts
The sword of suggestion meets an armor of quartz
From fire it saves and in fire it's forged
The wisdom is sage, it's a powerful force
Gold casket, embellishing your loss
Gotta burst that bubble that you beveled and embossed
Before you meet your maker, can I trouble you to pause?
This is not a game. It's the level with the boss
Go from a rebel to a rebel with a cause
Rebel against sin, don't rebel against God
Yeah, go from a rebel to a rebel with a cause
Rebel against sin, don't rebel against God