You scrape the mold from the rotting cheese
And tell me to get down on my knees
You pour hot water on the dust
A quick-soup faith, a neon trust
You patch the cracks with a plastic smile
And walk me down your polished aisle
Insert the coin, recite the line!
Quote the verse, and I'll be fine!
But I won't drink it
He is the same, but He’s not a machine!
He won't fit in your plastic routine!
You want a healed egoist, shiny and bright
But a heart of flesh bleeds in the night!
No, He is not your coffee machine!
You quote the texts in glowing red
He is the same, that's what you said
But look at the fathers who walked before
Dragged in chains 'cross the arena floor!
Roasted, torn, and hacked to bone
Just a protein snack on the stepping stone!
And the One who formed the beast’s own frame
Yeah, He is today and forever the same!
You want to heal my broken pride
You want to keep the pain outside
But the broken spirit is the sacrifice
I won't buy your cheap advice
Let it bleed
Let it break
Let the plow tear up the ground!
He is the same, but He’s not a machine!
He won't fit in your plastic routine!
You want a healed egoist, shiny and bright
But a heart of flesh bleeds in the night!
No, He is not your coffee machine!
Not a machine
We were the lion's snack!
Aletheia!
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