Chris Braman - SISU lyrics

By the word and command, mortal man can stand, son of man is the manna manifest In the flesh and the blood, and the bones and the rocks, in the valley of the dead The dry bones are gonna walk and talk To the rhythm of the saints y'all, to the rhythm of the saints And I paint it red to remember the dead, who layed down their lives for the truth And the seed that is buried takes root, and this ignorant world will have proof I remember the sins of my youth, the path and the madness of unrestrained pleasure The heavier trip it made the heavier debter In the deepest of dark without a wing or a feather The spiral closed in like a cage, like a cage A maze that's amazing for days turns to rage if the page it refuses to turn And the hopeless will hope the book burns When the lesson it returns, but the lesson is still unlearned See I yearn to discern if a life can be earned or is given as a gift to the dead I read and I bled and I fed to the full my soul on the sickest of sickness Seeking the light of a saviors witness, a way that one day that I might forget this But slave master won't permit this Cause I'm a hooker I'm his mistress And when I look for freedom he puts more chains on me Strangles my hope so that I live like a zombie What masters house can this be, that when I look for freedom he still deceives me If there's a God I screamed, "Answer me!" I didn't expect an answer to be received, He said You must die, to be set free, living in the kingdom of God eternally Open up my eyes so that I can see, and die with a cry revolutionary Every man and woman is a witness, and we will never forget this Truth Undiluted, undisputed, never to be substituted, or uprooted, fully suited for the war It's a modernization of a timeless metaphor, and By the boomerang we bring the beats back more What for man, do we work exterior to core, or begin it in the spirit of the Lord Now you could pull the chord, but the people still sing it acapella Marching to the beat I hear their feet are in the cellar Fear not the world cannot stop what must begin within you and me A fire wind, holy hymn, beautiful diadem, hidden within positively pure prism refraction Every colors broken down, harmonize with my eyes spectrum In the end bleeding into the One, to the source, to the beautiful father of light All the pressure and pain, produces perseverance It's purged by the flames, without interference Produces a hope, In the glory of God My God I am your son, and I know that you will finish the work that you've begun Homespun, gra**roots, spontaneously suits the purpose, and we don't deserve this Life He said You must die to be set free, living in the kingdom of God eternally Open up my eyes so that I can see, and die with a cry revolutionary Every man and woman is a witness, and we will never forget this Truth