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