đč ChesterSunday
đč ChesterSunday "Let My People Go" Holy fire light the sky Burn the temples built on lies Tear the thrones where serpents hide Truth will rise, the dead wonât die One day my faith will hold true All the scams I refused to do All the times I turned my cheek All the nights I couldn't sleep All the times I felt so weak He made me strong so I could lead Not for riches, not for fame But to set the lost ones free We are the church, not the building they own Not the guilt that they use just to harvest our souls Not the system thatâs built on control Pointinâ fingers while hidinâ their own Who are you to cast that stone Sick with power, flesh and bone False messiahs on the throne Let my people go! Holy fire light the sky Burn the temples built on lies Tear the thrones where serpents hide Truth will rise, the dead wonât die Easter Sunday, Chesterâs feast Dressed in white but serve the beast Hands unclean, their touch deceives Wolves in robes still hunt the weak Name âem out, call âem kings Make âem bow, clip their wings False apostles, devilâs rings But justice sings, yeah, justice sings We are the church, not the chains Not the guilt, not the blame Not the scripts that twist His name Not the killers cloaked in shame Who are you to cast that stone Sick with power, flesh and bone False messiahs on the throne Let my people go! Holy fire light the sky Burn the temples built on lies Tear the thrones where serpents hide Truth will rise, the dead wonât die
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đč ChesterSunday "Let My People Go" Holy fire light the sky Burn the temples built on lies Tear the thrones where serpents hide Truth will rise, the dead wonât die One day my faith will hold true All the scams I refused to do All the times I turned my cheek All the nights I couldn't sleep All the times I felt so weak He made me strong so I could lead Not for riches, not for fame But to set the lost ones free We are the church, not the building they own Not the guilt that they use just to harvest our souls Not the system thatâs built on control Pointinâ fingers while hidinâ their own Who are you to cast that stone Sick with power, flesh and bone False messiahs on the throne Let my people go! Holy fire light the sky Burn the temples built on lies Tear the thrones where serpents hide Truth will rise, the dead wonât die Easter Sunday, Chesterâs feast Dressed in white but serve the beast Hands unclean, their touch deceives Wolves in robes still hunt the weak Name âem out, call âem kings Make âem bow, clip their wings False apostles, devilâs rings But justice sings, yeah, justice sings We are the church, not the chains Not the guilt, not the blame Not the scripts that twist His name Not the killers cloaked in shame Who are you to cast that stone Sick with power, flesh and bone False messiahs on the throne Let my people go! Holy fire light the sky Burn the temples built on lies Tear the thrones where serpents hide Truth will rise, the dead wonât die