Andrew Osenga - Firstborn Son lyrics

I was the firstborn son of a firstborn son In the wake of family tragedy After fruitless years I was the chosen one To plant the flag of destiny To eyes who saw what they had seen I was a screaming, bloody symbol Of life and what it once had been Before the marching crush of evil I was the firstborn son of a firstborn son We prayed each night to the risen God For our loved ones health and safety Then we locked the doors and windows up So there was no danger and we were not free The big, bad world was on the hunt And its dogs were fixed on our scent Clouds of fear may block the sun Still the earth remains in orbit God, help the man who helps himself! He needs no other devil Give us courage now to say farewell to this fear and watch it crumble I've worked a job since I was twelve years old A student of the middle cla** of America Pull up your bootstraps, baby, you're on your own You are what you have and you don't have much The manna rained down from the sky And I looked for explanation Moses walked the sea bone dry In my father's generation And this firstborn son won't stop asking why Why!?! God, help the man who helps himself! He needs no other devil Give me courage now to face myself and dance as these walls crumble Torn down by the blood of a firstborn son