[Intro: Dillon Chase]
I guess I got to say something
Too easy to say nothing
If I'm going to speak up
I got to speak up on my short comings as well
We all got the same setbacks
I just got a different solution
Die Daily, Dillon Chase
[Verse 1: Dillon Chase]
I'm doing it for God alone
Until my pride take over like a pilot drone
Styrofoam cup full of lust down inside it low
But God hung up on the cross hear the dial tone
Now let me walk with the rock that's a mile stone
What if God took us all on a ride along
We would see the anger and the hurt
All the babies getting murked
Gets worse that's a hard pill to swallow so
I'm a go
Talk about it till they can't take it Lord
But what I want a vacation for
If I'm torn apart limb by limb
I hope the Church says more than "defund them"
But I know they got a politic prose
That will probably get chose
By the lobbyist vote
But I want to see us all in the Masters house
Bill of sin reads death it already pass the house
(It passed the house
The tragic route
Take a one way train coming outta snow)
[Verse 2: Dillon Chase]
My Goliath is a blank page
Slaying giants when I'm slinging ink
Destroying dams of damnation
Let the waters flow down freedom creek
Free the people trapped in a cesspool of evil we got to veto the violence when we hit 'em with the Kingdom peace
Die to my selfish ways every day till I levitate cause I'm prone to sing my life song in the key of me
I can't even point my index in jest
My subliminal criminal mental notes sin best
Spin death when my lips press words and lend breath
To cursed commentary I got villainous interest
I've built a momentum that plagues me
The faster I travel I can't see
From taking out trash to making her laugh it's all in the dash at the same speed
How I saw life as a child then
Was all sick I guess I had a vile lens
Lawless thoughts full of violence
But that old me dead, play the violins
Mount up - speak life cause He found us
But sometimes the loudest
Witness is to keep your mouth shut
And then block the shade like you living without sun
Vows rust and decay like a pile of foul dust
They ain't worth much in the Kings speech
So we lean low till the king reach
Put the Stamp of the lamb on Adams race we advance in His hands never land
Now we priest unleashed peace
On some freak beast Who need sleep
He keeps sheep who are knee deep in cheap heaps
Of artiļ¬cial pleasure from regrets that we repeat
[Outro: Micah Smith]
Amen
Amen
Amen
I'm just nerve as muscle
Gaining strength
The Master made me
Told me to speak
Look for the chords
That He died in rose
Out to the [?]
Taking up their cross Lord
Taking up my cross Lord
Taking up my cross Lord
Taking up my cross Lord