1. Let God Arise... (Intro)
LET GOD ARISE AND MAY HIS ENEMIES BE SCATTERED

2. Trust Not In Man
Trust not in man, for I know what’s in a man. There is no truth. There is none in his self edification. Trust not in me, but the Truth within me with whom I share this burden of compassion. I will stand and love a world that denies me. I will forfeit my heart to plant a seed of revolution. I will forfeit my heart and take on the heart of God. I will renew my mind and adopt the mind of Christ. My actions will prove; broken man, I will love you because my Father loves you. I will love you because He loves you. If my eyes are the window to my soul I will look to them no longer. So I’ll look into Yours, consume me in Your glow. In God’s eyes there is no darkness and I’m captivated... to bring you truth. Trust not in man, for I know what’s in a man. There is no truth in his self edification. Trust not in me, but the Truth within me. Trust not in man.

3. Iron Lung
All the screaming and yelling is all for show. Echoing through the walls of our souls. This can’t be the Truth in sound that means so much to me. It’s bouncing back and forth in this hollow shell of a community. It’s eating at me. It’s knotting up my insides. It’s torturing my mind. All this time I’ve just been blind leading the blind. Why do I scream at the top of my lungs to translate my heart into this? It falls in line with a familiar sound and that’s all you really care about. And I can’t get this out of my head and off my chest. I’m running, running, running out of breath. And I can’t get this out of my mind. Am I wasting away my life? Expecting, waiting, believing, this will heal with time. Believing, this will heal with time. This is the heartbeat of the times. So slow, so persistent, barely pumping, but in existence.

4. The Wretch’s Psalm
I am screaming for an aerial view. My mind is slow to understanding. I’m weeping now, but still I’m standing. I am wiping the sleep from my eyes. The scales are falling, I’m no longer blind. You have my trust, my heart, my love. Just reinstate my sight from above. Who You are is everything that I’m reaching for, but i always fall short. I always fall. To be unpleasing in Your eyes is to fail. So bring Your heaven cause I’m sick of my hell. My legs are breaking, so carry me. Place me on your shoulders. From there I’ll get my aerial view. Give me an aerial view.

5. Iron Lung Part 2 (feat. Scott of All In)
These words are purpose filled, but always falling on deaf ears. Our lives are heaven sent, but we have lost our vision. No one hears, no one cares. This is all so polluted. No one lifts a hand. We were so angry, we were so full of hate. Are we so blind that we can’t see, to change the world is our destiny. Let’s walk our talk outside these doors. Operate in Love, and change the world. There is so much more to this life than hardcore. No one hears, no one cares. This is all so polluted. No one sees. No one lifts a hand. This has become so polluted. We were so angry, so full of hate. Are we so blind that we can’t see? To change the world is our destiny. So much more. More to life.

6. Lamentations
Now I’m face down in the dirt under the weight of my sin. My chest collapses, I can’t breathe. Face down in the dirt under the weight of my sin. My chest collapses from corruption within. I’ll write a shallow hindsight to bleed an empty heart from my pen. Regard my weakness as enlightenment to a sage. Man is a miserable wretch, plagued by his wickedness. Regard my weakness, we’re all just foolish men. A lamentation for the insensible soul. A threnody for the morals of man. What have we become?

7. Eternal Sons
I’m a victim of restless nights and I’m not sleeping through these days. Trying to rend my heart. Trying to rend my mind. A heart once embittered is now at peace. Pushing back against godless detriments, seeking only your face. Striving for a change from my old ways. I had a heart so dead in a world so cold, I found the river of life and may I be so bold to say I don’t fear death, I don’t fear death I am an eternal one. I don’t fear death, I don’t fear death. One of God’s chosen sons.*

* We are not confessing a belief in the doctrine of Election in this lyric. We do not believe that God "picks" who is saved and who goes to hell, etc.

 

8. The Path That’s Gold
I have a self induced disgust for this fallen creation. A discontent owns my heart and my mind. I never stop striving to meet expectations. But dead ends and loose ends is* all I find. My strengths float above me far and wide. Always at arms length, out of reach. They’re only attainable through reckless abandon in my pursuit for Truth. You are the only Truth and the only catalyst that can stoke the flame of revolution in our hearts and minds. Walk with me, dream through me. If anyone is able, let me be your hands and feet. I’ll destroy the compromise in my life. I won’t give into myself or to the lies of this world. I won’t conform. I won’t repeat. I will stand strong and I will hold on. I will fight to make my mark.

*We are fully aware that this is a grammatical error, but it sounds cool... right?

9. Disregarding The Command Of God, We Keep The Tradition Of Men
Standing on the shoulders of giants and biting at the ankles of God. Building castles of philosophy and doctrine; of piety, tradition, of rhyme and reason. Of all the foolishness of man, what act of Godlessness is this? Complacency doesn’t make way for compassion. Building up our names doesn’t prepare the way (of the Lord). We’re defiling the bride one sacrament at a time. We’re deferring our hearts from the one thing to fill these gaps. Eternal life is to know the Father and to bear the burden of His heart: caring for the widow and the orphan. This is pure religion.* I’ll speak righteousness into this generation. We are warriors carrying the presence of God, breaking strongholds under the banner of Christ. When will the sleepers arise? I will prophesy, rise up dry bones! You will live! I will prophesy, rise up O sleepers. Your eyes will be opened.

* James 1:27 "Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world."


10. ...And May His Enemies Be Scattered
LET GOD ARISE AND MAY HIS ENEMIES BE SCATTERED*

* Psalm 68:1