Текст: Grits. Grammatical Revolution. Man's Soul.

The more I meditate, I hesitate to even show face
The more I hesitate, I contemplate my life is a waste
My spirit levitates to take a glance at truth of His grace
As my flesh emulates every act of disgrace
So deceptive in perception of it's hunger and greed
Maliciously relentless to fulfill whatever it needs
Undisciplined, rebellious, no regard for righteousness
Ever since it tasted death, he desires nothing less
Too many nights I spent in tears, drowning in fear
I'm never making it, through all the time I spend faking it
My soul is proving capability and prone that when alone
Without the father's consecration flesh manipulates constantly
Continual battles my inner being goes through
Why do I do the things I know I'm not supposed to
Why don't I do the things that I know I should do
Who s to blame except me and me alone
I found my enemy's home was in my soul

[Chorus: x2]
What could inhibit a habit
The dark corners lurking
Demonic principalities when other evils working
You can't escape fate, allow what's in your heart to tailgate
You're the only cellmate to unlock what locked the jail gate

Somewhere inside the crevice, I long to face the limits
The premise is death for execution of flesh
Passed on authority and so control
The tree of life I chose, taking shape of His mold
Indulge in fruit too, whatever you do, I do, we crew
Give into a city, evil, not for me, you you
Doom can't loom if I no longer give it room zoom a zoom
You're free to explode for miles with a loud boom
Grip it tightly I hold with no intention to fold
Toe to toe and blow to blow, flow to flow I stand firm
Learn to discern, circumstances are changed
Do a dance with death, til my soul's last breath
When I'm at my hardest
Can salvage my image tarnished
What can make me whole again
The blood of Jesus
Freed indeed
Down the slanted hill I skied, high speed
Managed to get vantage when I got tree'd

[Chorus]

What lies in a man's soul

I found that evil doesn't have a face, or let alone a place
It just lingers in the void over an open space
Searching out a victim to nuzzle up against,
Take under it's wing, inhabit, then reign supreme
Fickle control, it slowly conquers a man's soul
Behold real TV, even realer when it takes it's toll
Unfold, with those punches, you don't have to roll
Toss yourself at the cross, and escape the death hold
More vibrant than a radiant redhead
With flashlights for fingers, the illuminated words of Christ
Put that on ice for a spell, pray tell, how in the world do you excel in the glory of God, and then rebel
Letting death valley grip you with fear of falling down
Evil only breeds and feeds when you allow it to hang around
So get down, hit knees where prayers don't cease
What's lurking probably shouldn't even be working