As dogs need a bone
All men need a throne
Most have been dethroned
Thrown by a
Sick society
One nation under a clod
Of sin
We ruin ourselves
From within
God
Will redeem
Yes He will, brother
He'll give us back our crowns
And bring the stronghold down
I had this dream last
It appeared as if I was blind
I couldn't see a special color
Color
Color
People don't even know
This color is not even on our spectrum
Of Light
I think missed the part where that's my problem
We don't share the same enthusiasm
We don't care about your dream
We don't care about the same things
I don't have your problems
We have different problems
We have different problems
We have different problems
Let me tell you a little bit more
About this light
It was something like a thing
Something like a
Mix of
Chrome and
White
And I arose from my slumber
I heard my stomach say hunger
Not a hunger of the flesh
A hunger for my spirit
Be quenched
I think missed the part where that's my problem
We don't share the same enthusiasm
I don't think we care about the same thing
We have different problems
I think missed the part where that's my problem
We don't care about the same problem
We have different things on our mind
We don't care about the same problem