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Below I've listed all the new lyrics for the new album, "Death of Innocence". Since this is such a controversial album I wanted to clearly describe each song. Below you will find the lyrics to each song, and then a description and thought behind each song. I'd love to hear your feedback and opinion on the lyrics. Hit the message board or email me at patrick@patrickdavis.net for any comments and questions regarding the songs. Thanks! We'll also be adding the lyrics from all our other songs soon, too! Be (Lyrics) Chorus: You can be what you want to be, do what you want to do. People will stand in front of you, the world will try to smother you. Telling you that you could never do what they’re afraid to do. Face the truth afraid of you, proof is in the hate for you. Verse 1 For my whole life people told me I’ll never be nothing. Painting me to be someone and something that I really wasn’t. That I couldn’t be trusted, life is defined by what I hustled. That I’m always going to struggle, be in prison for something. Looking down upon me, judging thinking they’re really above me. That I’m only a monster and ugly, when they’re all so lovely. As a juvenile hungry for loving, but I received punching, only cussing and shoving telling me you’ll never be nothing. Then they wondered why I snapped why I’m fighting in class. Skipping the day to smoke weed my life was leaving the tracks. In Cleveland, demons attacked, and left my soul in a trap. There was a reason I cracked, and packed a gat in my back. Turned to the streets and the crack until my freedom collapsed. Until the beat of the track begins to breath in me raps, and see the people react, to Jesus leading them back. From weakness speaking through Pat, through tears and pain of my past at last. Verse2 The world will poison your soul, until you lose your control. Take you down a dirt road a place you never would go. Till you bruised from the blows, your hope is left in the cold no one will give you a coat, you're broke and standing alone. No one will answer their phone don't know the road that leads home, feel like you're just going to explode let go and just gonna blow. But know you've been here before behind a prisoner's door. Layed up your face on the floor, wake up your faith to the Lord. And realized you're entrenched, your heart is scarred from the pen. Now is the time to repent, receive the kingdom He sent. What is the reason we're here do we have something to fear. See the dream disappear but know He speaks through the tears. Ingnore the crowds when they jeer, the hate that's sprayed from your peers. Satans face in the cheers, in trials Jubilee's near. No matter where you have been if you're betrayed by your friends or your enslaved to your sin. Bridge: His grace that you made it, escaped from the bait of Satan, emancipation for slaves redeem time you have wasted. (repeat) Chorus: You can be what you want to be, do what you want to do. People will stand in front of you, the world will try to smother you. Telling you that you could never do what they’re afraid to do. Face the truth afraid of you, proof is in the hate for you. Verse 3 Holy place of insurrection, acknowledge that you’re infected. Sin and death you’ve been injected. Only hope, the Resurrection. The truth and the life the blind He’s giving you sight. Wake up and fight for you life. Not with a pistol or knife, but with the presence of Light. Spirits fly through the skies, he is the father of lies, and undetected by eyes, like an evil mirage, he’s covered in a disguise. Planting seeds in your mind, but you can weave through the bombs, enough to sound the alarm. Join us in singing the Psalms. No longer live as a pawn, awaken to the new dawn, walking strong for the cause, everything counted as loss. Yesterday's long gone, today we sing a new song. The blood will cover your fall, the cross will strengthen us all So we can scream through the halls of governments, city halls. The writing’s been on the wall, time that we counted the cost, escape the curse of the Fall, come and join the song. Be (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) The song, "Be" came very natural for me. It speaks of having dreams and wanting more in life, and how there will always be someone that doesn't want you to succeed and see those dreams come to pass. No matter what we have been through and how dark life has been (believe me I know), we can still rise above the ashes, in the face of opposition from "friends", family, and darkness that desires to steal our dreams and destroy our purpose. Jer 29:11 (NIV) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." We Will Not Comply (Lyrics by Shane Claiborne, Jim Loney, and Brian Walsh) With the waging of war. We will not comply. With the legalization of murder. We will not comply With the slaughter of innocents. We will not comply With laws that betray human life. We will not comply With the destruction of community. We will not comply With the pointing finger and malicious talk. We will not comply With the idea that happiness must be purchased. We will not comply With the ravaging of the earth. We will not comply With principalities and powers that oppress. We will not comply With the destruction of peoples. We will not comply With the raping of women. We will not comply With governments that kill. We will not comply With the theology of empire. We will not comply With the business of militarism. We will not comply With the hoarding of riches. We will not comply With the dissemination of fear. We will not comply. We Will Not Comply (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) This liturgy was featured in Shane Claiborne's book, "Jesus for President". I could never articulate the message of it like he did, so I suggest going out and getting a copy of the book. But in a nutshell the message in the liturgy and book confirmed questions and doubts that I've had about the mixing of the kingdoms of this world with the kingdoms of God. They are two separate and polar opposites. We can't achieve one by the means of the other. The biggest enemy of the church is the church itself. Once we come out from among Babylon and our modern day Ceasar's and Rome, then the world will see a kingdom of God that they are drawn to. John 18:36 Jesus answered, "My kingdom is not of this world. If My kingdom were of this world, then My servants would be fighting so that I would not be handed over to the Jews; but as it is, My kingdom is not of this realm." Fatal Attraction (Lyrics) Jesus, Jesus can you save us. From governments, the love of power that enslaves us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the love of money, greed that sedates us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from placing faith in chariots and military guns. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the towers of Babylon that still plague us. Verse 1 Time for the Rapture, attack of activists rapping, detach chains of entrapment. Escape the fatal attraction, trap, to walk with the masses. Humankind has been fractured, manufacture disaster. Like a subtle distraction, facts are trapped in the blackness, of Babylon’s benefactors, Actors laughing while gassing us. Till a tragedy happens then incites a reaction. We escape from the traffic, moments hear through the static to see that we have been captured. Atmosphere’s collapsing the gas is leaving us gasping, can’t believe this is happening, Retract the love and compassion, weakness leaving us absent. Killing’s filling a casket, Africans to Iraqis, on walls their blood splattered, real images can be graphic, denying what we’ve contracted, blasphemy of this acting, like nothing has ever happened, a vision of an assassin, city broken and battered. Village pillaged and ravaged, their dreams stolen and shattered. Jesus, Jesus can you save us. From governments, the love of power that enslaves us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the love of money, greed that sedates us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from placing faith in chariots and military guns. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the towers of Babylon that still plague us. Verse2 Wake up from the slumber; see our freedom’s made us slaves. Only then the gate will open, find the focus to escape. All are hopelessly to blame; blood of Cain’s in our veins, dreams filled with sweatshops children calling out our names. Love the money that we make, and the ascension of our name. Worship faithfully and daily golden parachutes, and gains. Build our towers up to heaven, great deception of the Snake. On the backs of people captured, forced to work for wicked wage. We all have gained the world, sold our souls now in chains. While we search for profit, killed prophets, all forgot our names. Golden calf, black heroine we pump into our tanks. Mobile gas chambers, dropping bombs kids incinerate. Tears of families of tragedies civilians killed in raids. Soldiers sent to save their country but they're coming back insane. Pretend we understand and handle the damage that they’ve been handed. Memories forever branded, demanded to come home and manage, Jesus, Jesus can you save us. From governments, the love of power that enslaves us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the love of money, greed that sedates us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from placing faith in chariots and military guns. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the towers of Babylon that still plague us. Verse3 Thousands die daily cause they don’t have enough to eat. When in America you see believers morbidly obese. SUV’s in Jesus-land, and we demand that we believe. Spending millions on our buildings, children starving in our streets. Systematic extortion, materialism torture, imperialism hoarding, bowing to alters of fortune. No politician can save us, only seduce and then rape us. Just get our votes, and then take us back to their place and sedate us. But we believe what they say, and we think that they are the greatest. Above the Maker that made us, rely on statements they gave us. No matter what your persuasion, the party that you put faith in…just be careful and prayer full you might be sleeping with Satan. Taking part in the raping of innocent peoples wages. Their blood will cry from the pavement, the homosexuals hated, we protest the abortion but we won’t offer to take it. Coffin’s crowding our churches, hearses filling our worship, Jesus, Jesus can you save us. From governments, the love of power that enslaves us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the love of money, greed that sedates us. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from placing faith in chariots and military guns. Jesus, Jesus can you save us, from the towers of Babylon that still plague us. Fatal Attraction (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) O.K., this is another heavy one. So I'll do my best to convey the message of the song. Honestly when I first wrote this I considered not releasing it because of the content. But after thinking and praying about it, I knew it was something that neeeded to be heard. We can't say we love God and not respect the planet He created. He gave it to us as a gift to bless us, not for us to strip it and exploit it of everything that is good. How we treat the planet is a spiritual issue. How can we say we love God whom we cannot see if we don't love our brother whom we can see? Ignoring the suffering and injustice in Africa is antichrist. Ignoring the suffering of the innocent caught in the crossfire of wars is antichrist. Buying clothes from companies that employ child labor and sweatshops is antichrist. Rewarding the rich who have exploited the poor is antichrist. Immigrants getting payed what is equal to slave labor is antichrist. Ignoring what we're doing to the planet is antichrist. In the third verse where I speak of America you "see believers morbidly obese" is about much more than just our physical weight on a scale. It's the excessive materialism and hoarding, the monetary obesity of America while the world is starving. Something is wrong when we as "christians" can build multi million dollar church buildings, buy 200$ pairs of jeans and ignore the starving and suffering outside our doors. Our new alters are modern day golden calves of fortune, fame, materialism and excess. In our despair we look towards politicians to save us. No Republican or Democrat can ever save us. America is not the last great hope for the world. Jesus is. With what judgement we use, we will also receive. The hatred towards homosexuals from "christians" is self righteousness at it's best. Likewise towards the abortion issue. When was the last time we invited them into our homes, our lives and the redemption of Yeshua? We can protest abortion all we want, until we start offering to support these women, or adopt these babies we have no right to speak of it. Now that I've went on a rant, please know it's all in love. It convicts me as I write it. 2nd Corinthians 6:16-18 16What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: "I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people."[c] 17"Therefore come out from them and be separate, says the Lord. Touch no unclean thing, and I will receive you."[d] 18"I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty." Have Mercy (Lyrics by Shane Claiborne, Jim Loney and Brian Walsh) For the victims of war. Have mercy. Women, men and children. Have mercy. The maimed and the crippled. Have mercy. The abandoned and the homeless. Have mercy. The imprisoned and the tortured. Have mercy. The widowed and the orphaned. Have mercy. The bleeding and the dying. Have mercy. The weary and the desperate. Have mercy. The lost and the forsaken. Have mercy. O God, have mercy on us sinners. Forgive us for we know not what we do. For our scorched and blackened earth. Forgive us. For the scandal of billions wasted in war. Forgive us. For our arms makers and arms dealers. Forgive us. For our Caesars and Herods. Forgive us. For the violence that is rooted in our hearts. Forgive us. For the times we turn others into enemies. Forgive us. Have Mercy (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) This is another new liturgy by Shane, Jim, and Brian. Once again the book, "Jesus for President" articulates this message perfect. It's a prayer for me that God would awaken me to the ways and traditions of men that have poisoned His truth and life. It's a prayer of repentence on behalf of our land. 2 Chronicles 7:14 says However, if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves, pray, search for me, and turn from their evil ways, then I will hear [their prayer] from heaven, forgive their sins, and heal their country. Our country is fractured and broken and we are in desperate need for God's healing in America and not only in America but in Iraq, Africa and Afganistan. Kingdoms (Lyrics) Born in a country where they worship flags and trample crosses. All across the nations pray for victory, while dropping bombs on babies. Buying groceries in a Hummer while millions dying from hunger. Children’s stomachs grumble till they will stumble and die in rubble. Rewarding the rich and wicked with billions that they have stolen. While single mothers and veterans sleep on our streets homeless. Frozen from the exposure of a life that has left them broken and lonely, people walk past them and coldly ignore them keep looking forward. So I’ll take all that I got and give my life to this kingdom. Not to a kingdom of Cesar but to a kingdom of Jesus. Not to this kingdom of weapons, but to His mercy and blessing. Not to this kingdom of killing, but to a kingdom of healing. Not to a kingdom of wealth built on the worship of self. Not to the hoarding of riches, sharing with those who need help. I will not ravage the earth; my face is bowed to the dirt. Not to a kingdom of death, but to a life of rebirth. Kingdoms (Thoughts by Eric Stillman www.newlife-glastonbury.org) In the beginning of the book of Acts in the Bible, there is a fascinating story that takes place on the day of Pentecost, also known as Shavuot, or the Feast of Weeks. The disciples of Jesus, having recently witnessed the resurrected Jesus ascending to heaven, are waiting in Jerusalem as instructed by Jesus. As they are together in a certain house, the Holy Spirit descends, each of them is filled with the Spirit of God, and they begin to speak in other languages to the crowd of people who have gathered from all of the surrounding nations to celebrate the holy day. And after Peter shares with the crowd the message of salvation that is found in Jesus, the writer of Acts records that about 3000 became followers of Jesus that day. Pretty genius move by God, of course (not that He needs the compliments), to convert 3000 pilgrims who are now able to go back to the countries they came from to spread the gospel. What I find amazing is that this story is the beginning of a dramatic shift in the history of salvation. Throughout the Book of Acts, God continues to expand of the people of God, from the Jewish people of Israel to a multi-national, multi-ethnic group of both Jews and Gentiles that will come to be known as the church. From Peter’s experience with Cornelius in Acts 10-11, where the disciples marvel “So then, God has granted even the Gentiles repentance unto life” (Acts 11:18) to Saul’s commissioning to bring the gospel to the Gentiles in Acts 9:15, God demonstrates to His people that the people of God are not to be defined by national or ethnic boundaries – a truth that was not easy for the early Jewish Christians to accept. Consider one more Scriptural reality, from the words of Jesus in Matthew 12:48-50, when he is told that his mother and brothers are outside waiting to speak with him. Jesus responds, “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” Pointing to his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother” (how is that for family values???). Add these two realities together and what do you get? A people of God that is not divided by national or ethnic boundaries, but is instead a huge family made up of everyone under heaven who does the will of God, regardless of where they live. All of which leads me to American Idol #5: the Idol of Patriotism. Lift high its banner, the American flag, and sing proudly its proudest hymn, “God Bless America.”  Now, of course, I am not saying that it is wrong to love your country or to pray for God’s blessing on it. What I am saying is that patriotism, and specifically identifying yourself as an American first and a citizen of the Kingdom of God second, can easily become an idol, especially in America. One theme that is being brought out by many Biblical scholars and teachers today is how subversive the early Christian community was in the Roman Empire. They lived in a culture that taught that Caesar was Lord, that through the Pax Romana, Rome was the bearer of cosmic peace and prosperity, and that by conquering other nations Rome was bringing true peace to them. Into this milieu comes a movement of people who refuse to bow down to Caesar as Lord, but proclaim Jesus as the true King over all principalities and powers, who proclaim His gospel as the only way to true peace and prosperity, and who demonstrate that salvation and peace are spread not by the sword but by sacrificial love. And, as time would prove, the gospel of the Roman Empire turns out to be a false gospel, while the gospel of that tiny minority of Jews and Gentiles who proclaimed their allegiance to King Jesus has transformed the world. The gospel of Jesus Christ was not the same as the Roman gospel, nor is it the same as the American gospel. The gospel of Jesus Christ is not about democracy, capitalism, military supremacy, and technological progress. The gospel of Jesus Christ is about the Kingdom of God, about life and community under the reign of a holy and sovereign God, about a community of people who love God with all their heart, soul, strength, and mind, and love their neighbor as themselves – wherever that neighbor may live and whatever that neighbor may look like. And that gospel can be very subversive in a country built on the American way of life. The false gospel of the Idol of Patriotism is that America is God’s favored nation, that we embody all that is good in the world and that it is with divine blessing that we bring forth the American way to the nations. The truth underneath this false gospel is that God has only had one favored people in His history, the people of Israel, and that now his people are made up of all who do the will of God, Jew or Gentile, regardless of nation or ethnicity. God has chosen this people, who we call the church, and charged them with embodying what is good and bringing forth the kingdom of God to all the nations (Matthew 28:18-20). So what does this mean? If you believe Jesus’ words about who your true family is, this means that you have more in common with people in other countries who love Jesus than you do with an American who doesn’t do the will of God. It means you have brothers and sisters who are being killed in Iraq in the name of the American way. It means that you have younger siblings working in sweatshops in China because of the American gospel of capitalism. It means you have family members being killed in Kenya, raped in Sudan, and mistreated around the globe. You may be American by birth, but you are a citizen of the Kingdom of God by the new birth. To bow down to the Idol of Patriotism instead of proclaiming your allegiance to Jesus and His kingdom is not what we have been called to do as followers of Jesus. Do we live in a kingdom established by weapons, greed, and domination or are we of another kingdom that is not of this world? A kingdom of enemy love, peace, sacrifice, mercy, and unconditional love, even in the face of death. Refugee (Lyrics) Verse1 In the least of these I can Your face clearly. The eyes of the orphans, refugees and children abandoned by families, left to face killing. Country overcome with A.I.D.S., marked with scars from the villians. In the least of these I can see your face clearly, the homeless and hopeless, broke, alone and weary. The least of these I can see your face right now. Murderers on death row, criminals who on locked down. Thirsty Africans dying prematurely ingesting disease after traveling and searching. For water that is clean, now they’re covered up in dirt. See America obese while the world’s malnourished, buy bottled water for the price they purify the dirty. In the least of us these I can see the face of God, on the strip in Las Vegas if you looking, you will find. In the eyes of the prostitute struggling to smile. Verse2 To all the kids who don’t fit in with the crowd. Cause you can’t afford what they wear; hearing the sound. Of whispering making fun of you walking you turn around. To see everyone is laughing, and happy you’re on the ground. To the single mothers struggling hustle to see a day. When she dosen’t have to wonder if money’s coming too late. To the inner city kid with a dream to escape. To a place where rocks and gunshots aren’t embraced.To the sick and diseased, praying just to be free. The depressed and alone left alone in your grief. Put your trust in a love, then it lied and deceived.Wishing you could just scream, but all you can do is bleed. The immigrant and strangers traveling into danger, land full of hatred, razor-wire and tasers. To work for a wage of a slave make us great. Break your back right in half to make us rich to escape. Refugee (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) We all know that Africa is the home to hundreds of thousands of refugees. A refugee is someone who flees in search of refuge, as in times of war, political oppression, or religious persecution. Someone who is seeking shelter, protection or safety. We have people in Africa who will never have a voice unless someone speaks up for them. Jesus is the God of the refugee. I believe many people are refugees in one sense or another. We are all seeking shelter, protection and safety. From the prostitute in Las Vegas, to the inner city kid in America surrounded by violence and drugs. To the kid in school who doesn't fit in and is picked on because he's different. To the girl who was scarred by relationships, to the immigrant from Mexico that fled the violence and poverty in hope for a better life. Last year alone south of the border over 6,000 people were killed in violence from drug dealers. This year already over 1,000 people have died and people are fleeing the country. What will they find here when they encounter us and our God? Mercy or judgement? Jesus said in Matthew 25, 34"Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.' 37"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' 40"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' Pledge of Allegiance (Lyrics by Shane Claiborne, Jim Loney and Brian Walsh) Today we pledge our ultimate allegiance to the kingdom of God. We pledge allegiance. To a peace that is not like Rome’s. We pledge allegiance. To the gospel of enemy-love. We pledge allegiance. To the kingdom of the poor and the broken. We pledge allegiance. To a king who loves his enemies so much he died for them. We pledge allegiance. To the least of these, with whom Christ dwells. We pledge allegiance. To the transnational church that transcends the artificial borders of nations. We pledge allegiance. To the refugee of Nazareth. We pledge allegiance. To the homeless Rabbi who had no place to lay His head. We pledge allegiance. To the cross rather than the sword. We pledge allegiance. To the banner of love above any flag. We pledge allegiance. To the one who rules with a towel rather than an iron fist. We pledge allegiance. To the one who rides a donkey rather than a war horse. We pledge allegiance. To the revolution that sets both oppressed and oppressors free. We pledge allegiance. To the way that leads to life. We pledge allegiance. To the slaughtered Lamb. We pledge allegiance. And together we proclaim His praises, from the margins of the empire to the centers of wealth and power. Long live the slaughtered Lamb. Long live the slaughtered Lamb. Long live the slaughtered Lamb. Pledge of Allegiance (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) The final liturgy by Shane, Brian and Jim. This is just a beautiful proclamation to our King and His kingdom, and the contrast between this world and the Kingdom of God. It exposes where we've went astray and reminds us to Whom and to what our allegiance belongs. American Terrorists (Lyrics) Verse1 Subliminal criminal, lyrics kill empirical. Words are weapons, unleashing a fury of fire miracles. Tearing through the terror of Herod’s inside America. Blaring through the error, the fear of the T.V. terrorists. Subversive worship, enter the circle feel an urgent urging to purge behind the curtain. See something lurk and then surge beneath the surface. The cursed and worthless, disturbed finding their purpose. Generations wake from faith that was enslavement. Now they aint afraid to mace them, invading the desecration. Racing and spraying through wasted lands of desolation. Perpetrating what they’re praying, while raising eternal flames. Cutting down the golden calves, and the worship of the flag. The oppression from the wealthy to the people wearing rags. Be a voice for voiceless when poison and traps the satanic and mannequins try to seek your collapse. We’ve fallen far away, once free, our liberties turned us into slaves. Prisoner of the war our ancestors made. There’s no need to despair, redemption’s steps away. Life enters dry bones taking death away. Our souls scorched by the Light we’ll never be the same. Running to the mountain top, cast aside our chains. Once exposed to the Force feel the atmosphere change. Verse2 They want to keep us blinded; so we don’t see the violence, so we don’t see the dying, so we don’t hear the sirens. So we could keep on living like nothing ever happened. When in Iraq over 90,000 in a casket. Then we bow our heads, praying that God bless. But in the blindness of our hearts, can’t see that He’s left. The Roman Beast is unleashed; see the treason of Jesus, the images of eagles, and of Caesar. Insatiable hunger for money loving black heroine. The citizens stricken with sickness driven to hysteria. Effects of infection, don’t see that we’ve ingested, until it manifests, and we’re left with the questions. And left with the steps that have crept to our deathbeds, desperately praying the Bride sees a resurrection. Allegiance to Jesus, denouncing every Caesar, and greed that deceives us and leaves us in weakness. We’ve fallen far away, once free, our liberties turned us into slaves. Prisoner of the war our ancestors made. There’s no need to despair, redemption’s steps away. Life enters dry bones taking death away. Our souls scorched by the Light we’ll never be the same. Running to the mountain top, cast aside our chains. Once exposed to the Force feel the atmosphere change. They want to keep us quiet, push us out, and keep us silent. The Kingdom’s under violence, land defiled full Giants. Rebellious and defiant, time to instigate a riot. The time of the arrival unveiling of freedom fighters. But not with loaded rifles, hummers, tanks, and fighter planes. The Son's arrival, tongues of fire will ignite revival. Within the darkest night, brighter is the light of Zion. Bright and morning Star, liberation from the bondage. Raised and enslaved to obey what they say, while they’re motives never questioned, keep us guessing while enslaved. So the media’s agenda, we surrender to it’s ways. Til our eyes become glazed and we walk into our graves. We're delusional and dreaming, seems no one can hear us screaming. Trying just to keep on breathing, hoping somebody will see us. Slowly see we’ve been deceived, we grieve and reach out to Jesus. Break free from hypnotism, exorcise our religion. Awaken the fact we’ve drifted, and sift through lies we’re given. Open eyes to what was Christian, the sickness of the infliction. Realize the true description of Scriptures, time that we die to systems. Vomit the prescription, the lies that confine us all to prison. Bridge: Bath your souls in blood of the Son run to be Jehovah’s witness. (repeat) We’ve fallen far away, once free, our liberties turned us into slaves. Prisoner of the war our ancestors made. There’s no need to despair, redemption’s steps away. Life enters dry bones taking death away. Our souls scorched by the Light we’ll never be the same. Running to the mountain top, cast aside our chains. Once exposed to the Force feel the atmosphere change. American Terrorists (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) When we think of terrorism it's always someone outside of the U.S., preferrebly someone of Arabic backround from the middle east. But the reality is that isn't always the case. There are many forms of terrorism. Terrorism is defined as: The unlawful use or threatened use of force or violence by a person or an organized group against people or property with the intention of intimidating or coercing societies or governments, often for ideological or political reasons. Also as 1. the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, esp. for political purposes. 2. the state of fear and submission produced by terrorism or terrorization. 3. a terroristic method of governing or of resisting a government. In the first verse of the song I describe what I like to call the media terrorists. This is a much more subtle form of terrorism but it's still a reality. By the use of fear and propaganda, a lot of media spreads fear, panic and a view of the world that is biased, hollow and false. Whether it's reports on world events, or how people should dress and what they should listen to. Television can often be used to coerce people to think a certain way or see the world a certain way. From the excessive use of Photoshop on magazine covers and music videos to the biased reports on world events. There is an agenda with the media, don't be so quick to believe everything you see or hear in the media. You don't hear about the 90,000 civilians that have been killed in the cross fire, or how man tricks they use to make the magazine covers look the way they do, or how our additction to oil is destroying our planet and financing violence. Romans 12:2 says: 2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. There is a pattern of this world that desires to shape the way we think, what we buy, how we act and what we consumed and believe. But we should be transformed not by the media or our information we receive but by the renewing of our minds. Last but not least the third verse speaks of the desire of the enemy to suppress us and our voice in the earth. To be healed we first need to acknowledge that we are sick. Then once we realize we're sick we acknowledge that the world's prescription will never heal us, or will religion. Just a dose of the raw, revolutionary Kingdom of God and the presence of the real Jesus can awaken us from our slumber. Prisoner of War (Lyrics) Verse 1 Rebuke the violence and the killing, overdose abandoned buildings. Through out streets seeing people pump poison through a needle. Years ago they were stronger, now the drugs left them feeble. Crack smokers sleep in alleys have no reason to keep breathing. The diseased of society afraid to bend and reach them. Instead we choose to move them to place where we don’t see them. Their children left in homes full of roaches feeling hopeless. Then we wonder why they’re posted on the block, end up homeless. Chorus: Search day and night, can no longer find.. Can't find heaven I can't find heaven. Heaven, obsession it's getting cold outside. Can't find heaven I, can't find heaven. Verse 2 At 19 on his way to fly away from all the safety of America to face a place where friends are dying daily. Knows the probability of ever coming back the same. Faced with poverty at home the only way he can escape it. Staring at a picture frame, wife is pregnant with his baby. Hasn’t even touched the ground, and wonders was it a mistake. See civilians killed in raids, bloody children laying naked. Desecrating of their graves, women taken to raped. Every day his smile is moving even further from his face. Desperately want to be free and flee away from all the hatred. The collateral damage, hammers the picture in his soul. With every day that is passing his sanity’s losing hold. Choking on his own puke, the blood saturates his clothes. See his only friend explode, bombs planted in the road. Sky is blanketed with smoke, hummer filled with bullet holes. Body broken, and alone know that he’ll never see his home. Verse 3 He’s 13 filled with hate, told murder brings him to the gates. Of heaven where death and violence one day all will be erased. Death is the payment erase faith, blind he’s in chains. Think’s he serves God with gadges, fallen angels they enslave him. With the brainwashing and propaganda messages of hate. Take the innocence of children desecrate what was sacred. Fueled by the raging hatred, heart is vacant when he’s praying. Is it God or Satan when he sprays, can there be another way. Can we hug a brother of another faith and just embrace. Love can do much more for peace, than terrorists and fighter planes. Dream like Martin Luther King, the day the His kingdom comes again. The day it comes and rushes in. No violence, sound of suffering. No tears to shed, people dead, believe He comes to lead us in. Peace to free the Middle East it’s He that makes us breath again. (repeat) Prisoner of War (Thoughts by Patrick Davis) There are many wars going on. And many prisoners. Prisoners of drug addiction, prisoners of poverty. Prisoners of violence, and prisoners of greed and materialism. The first verse speaks of prisoners of addiction and poverty. How it's easier to not see them then to deal with them and help them. The second verse speaks of a young man headed to war and how as time goes on he begins to question what he's doing. This verse was inspired by real people I know who have been in this situation and their stories. We have no idea what some people have seen and experienced. The third verse is about a 13 year old kid who is brain washed by the same kind of propaganda who also begins to question what he's doing. I ended the song with a reminder that one day there will be a new heaven and new earth. With no more violence, war, and destruction. There will be peace in the Middle East one day. Why don't we help bring that peace now right here today? Let's not contribute to the destruction but the redemption of the world. Revelation 21:1-4 1Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. 2I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. 3And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 4He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Closing: Thank you so much for taking the time to read the lyrics and thoughts. If you have any questions feel free to drop a line on the message board or email me at patrick@patrickdavis.net I would never claim to be the final answer on any of these subjects. I know they are sensitive, controversial and challenging. But I think we atleast need to talk about them instead of ignoring them. I welcome any feedback and thoughts you may have. Jesus is the only hope of the world, and that's my prayer to offer that hope to a broken and fractured world. A gospel that doesn't offer answers to these questions is no gospel at all.. |