Chris King - Empty World lyrics

[Verse 1: B. Cooper] Looking through my window, they say the gra** is greener on the other side Me, I'm just trying to find a fence that I can climb Can't handle the truth, so we choose to live a lie And take another shot to ease the pain, as our livers die It's like we live our lives backwards Movies are a reflection, that makes us the actors Director yells cut, dismisses the cast We still long for the lights, cameras, and action Satisfaction, me, I am sick of being stranded A million miles from anything, not the way I planned it Tried to float above my problems on a plane, can't land it I guess I'm stuck playing the cards I'm handed Not aware, that I've got the whole deck, this is solitaire Me against the world, on four flats and I ain't got a spare Not a care, until I realized I am not alone We've got a home, just had to point to the throne that got us there [Verse 2: Tony Tillman] I see a man counting money til' his thumb sore, sitting on a dead throne Living sleepy hollow, his horse is high and his head gone He say all he want is more automobiles and better homes But his heart ain't satisfied with living on bread alone And u can't teach him nothing cause he's a cla** up Upper cla** treating one dollar bills like bad luck Flashy for attention people say he got his cash up His soul is empty, guess that's why he like to be ga**ed up That's the alternate me that's high as Denali In a different dimension standing on a column too highly Like if I had the chance would I sell out for a new Audi Or go to sleep on God just to wake up in a Bugatti These are questions that I'm asking when I trip over folly Or I'm floating on pride like I'm sitting on a dolly Without God my heart is not as modest, gifted and Godly Take Him out and you'll see a hole like it's been hit with the shotty Bang! [Verse 3: Andale'] I'm in a city considered the inner city all my neighbors bang A bunch of 80's babies born around the same time Reagan came To be flyer than a paper plane or sharp as a gator's fang They'll storm up in your place take ya chain sell it quick to make it rain Standing under trees for fun, I'm saying this is a shady game Bonding with this homeless man, we bow our heads and pray for change The Prince of Peace provided my inner calm So this booth is like my intercom My message through the speaker “sinners come” It's never too latethe connection you severed He's there to repair with new faith so tell the devil to skate See where these challenges, challenge us There's champions and there's challengers Either stand as a man, or quit now, sit down and flip calendars Watch the time pa**, No Way, it's time to stand on Him And not these prosthetic limbs, that foundation's fake Don't sell your faith, to buy a set of rims This speaks to you, don't it This world is empty without Him It's just me, B.C., and Tony, we gone