This is a culture of death
It is the way to the end
In a small bowl, not so big
Stripped of all dignity, whipped
Someday, we’re gonna be leaving them
Don’t say if, but when
I want to ride a horse, a white horse
right
out of here
Animals caught in cruel traps
There is no way to go back
Birds that are stuck in some snares
Fly me far, up in the air
Someday, they’re gonna be left behind
You know I don’t mind
I want to ride a horse, a white horse
right
out of here
God, we are the winner of every battle
It’s just a matter of time
You’re on a horse I speak of
leading the armies of one
Those in white linen obey
On your thigh’s written your name
Someday, we’re gonna be held up high
That’s when I’ll wear white
I want to ride a horse, a white horse
right
out of here
Second death has no strength here
Resurrection of your priests
Zombies led, since that fool, Eve
confident in the crude beast
Someday, we’re gonna be leaving here
It’s my dream come true
I want to ride a horse, a white horse
right
out of here
Think bigger!
King David was good, but bad to the bad guys
as God is so good, but bad to the bad ones
“Deliver us from evil”
The evil is God, the LORD
He’s playing his harp for Saul
We’ll have a blast
and not just nationally
or internationally
we’ll take it to the stratosphere
and past the galaxies
The punky people’ve never seen
anything as bad as this:
a Second Peter 3 kind of catastrophe
God, we are the winner of every battle
It’s just a matter of time
Jesus, we’re the winner of every battle
It’s just a matter of time