(IDOLS DIE) For every lie that we sale Sin dwells in our hearts like goods stack on shelves waiting to be sold on retail Now and then, we still fail Even though light lead us to an aisle But we still repel like the North and North Pole never compel Because nobody is paying attention to what God is saying in the book of revelation and numbers Instead, we are more obsessed with twitter numbers Facebook likes after stepping on the red carpet in the brand new Nikes For the paparazzi to photograph and put our images on Forbes magazine covers Short films posted on YouTube Just to hit a million views With our faces furnished with mac powder that never fuse And we are so confused of whom to serve Whether God or these fanatics screaming our names on top of their voices As we pull out from the Mercedes for a world show tour Yet, deep down we know that none of this is real But just a physical Photoshop in a while I wish we could see a star right before he shines And not a monster right before he dies Because this image will perish like memories we spent in Paris Idols die and blow up in the sky! DRH
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 12:34:22 +0000
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