After The Fall

Why do I even think

In a world that has stopped thinking?

Is there any way to know

What is good, what is bad

All the lines are fading

But are they fading?

Or are they being erased?

Or have we all slowly changed?

I can feel the changes.

Don't cry for long,

Our time is coming closer.

I muse within my mind.

How can I take something falling,

And raise it to fly again?

I know I can't, I know I can't,

But I know God can.

So put your life in His hands,

Make Him your obsession.

Let Him take you, break you

Let Him make you

Into more than a man.

Don't cry for long,

Our time is coming closer.

Don't cry for long

Our time is coming closer.

Aren't you sick of how the churches

In America are today?

They just wallow in their traditions

And their old religious ways.

They're so afraid of change

They derange, and water down what they say

So as not to offend the ones who pay the bills

These preachers

They stand with their suits and their ties

And they only wear them

When they're in the public's eyes

Cause they're fake and they know it.

But they don't want you to know

That inside, they're human just like you.

So they stand on their stages

Next to the flower arrangements

That were probably paid for with the missionary's fund.

And we worship them like idols

And we say, "Who needs the bible,

When we have a pastor that always is just so much fun?"

I'm not saying they're all this way

I'm just saying we need to change

Don't cry for long

Our time is coming closer

Fight through the pain of it all

And remember that rising comes after the fall.