I must confess there is a pain

From the bottom of my soul

Pushing its way to the heart of the matter

It may seem to be hate

But my heart says otherwise

We haven't come this far to fall back down

The voice of reason has spoken to me

Past the whims of the fallen, the death and destruction

We must rise above the world

Stomp out the pain, become victorious

We are victorious, we are victorious

Let you mind cling to me, and your heart guard my eyes

Let your mind cling to me, let your heart guard my eyes

Take this away, far from me

Let your heart guard my eyes

Does not wisdom call, to you

O men I shout?

Listen for I will speak noble things

And the opening of my lips will reveal your righteousness

You fool; your mouth is your ruin

And your lips the snare of your soul

For you talk so proud, now watch our

God tear your kingdom down

Your mouth is your ruin, your lips the snare of your soul

You talk so proud, now watch as I tear your kingdom down