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These are the days of the devil in the wilderness
These are the tastes that have turned into bitterness
It's not that we doubt that a stone can turn into bread
It's just we doubt that we're hungry at all
The serial temptations of the age are getting harder
The country's getting meaner, computers getting smarter
The pains we try to numb are only getting sharper
We're going on like nothing's the matter at all
Every valley will be lifted
Every mountain brought low
When the reckoner comes reckoning
Every secret will be known
Truly truly, I tell you truly
There's an axe laid at the root
Before the reckoner comes reckoning
Repent, believe the truth
The phone in my pocket was sold like a gain to me
I've lost so much time and attention to technology
That sells me the lie that it knows what I really need
And God knows it only make me feel more alone
This is the rot and the end of civilization
When the spirit is quenched by a spiritless simulation
We need no other signs, no other tribulation than this
Every valley will be lifted
Every mountain brought low
When the reckoner comes reckoning
Every secret will be known
Truly truly, I tell you truly
There's an axe laid at the root
Before the reckoner comes reckoning
Repent, believe the truth
We shall not live by bread alone
But by every word that comes from the mouth of God
We shall not live by bread alone
But by every word that comes from the mouth of God
Truly, truly I tell you truly
As you did it to one of these
To the least of these my brethren
You did it unto me
For I was hungry, and you fed me
I was thirsty, you gave me drink
I was a stranger, and you welcomed me
You did it unto me
Some trust in chariots, in power or politicians
Some trust in the market of collective superstitions