[Hook x2]

Checking if your church got built by man

Let's liquidate the physical and see what still stands

Cause if your church not made with hands

Indivisible one mind invisible that's right

[Verse 1: Galaxalag]

I seen what you call the church getting chubby in the waist

So if i ain't to your taste, have some peace, take some grace

But let's get the innertube out religion's middle

Where tradition reigns supreme and the Spirit's second fiddle

These live their lives on nursing milk and chewing the cud

That's why it's time for "Eat my flesh and drink my blood

Or you have part in me", say that artfully

So these can depart from me if they cannot chart that sea

I'm at the place where all the fakes can just fade

I live this, that's why I see through the charade

Why try to bluff when every card gets played

You have the beautiful appearance of a whitewashed grave

Build cathedrals to yourselves, your own honor

Right at home in Babylon, these the pious prima donnas

Rich young rulers for priests, lawyers for scholars

But y'all can't contain my God with big books or top dollar

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Galaxalag]

Brothers, sisters, pull the transistors

I insist we get more than just mist in the midst of this vista

The view to the true worship hullabaloo

I go blue in the face, trying to huff like they do

Puffing fumes, con with forms, keep the formula warm

Some confusing the cloud with the eye of the storm

Swarm the flock, pop the lock off the stock and the barrel

So hermetically sterile you all don't see the peril

As in paralyzed up from the eyes

Think we numb as in slumber, try pinching us twice

It goes one for your mind, it goes two for your money

I look deep in the Spirit and these clowns think they're funny

And really it is

To think all visible life hinges on the invis

I send this up the charts relentless

To dent crews whose agendas

Like Beemers and Benzes

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Galaxalag]

Lord, in this journey called life, there ain't no other

Still I'm singing Hallelujah and getting smothered

By all these brothers who be stuck on the same page

Trying to get their hymns played, only playing covers

So can we get the full revelation cranking

The inspiration, blow the lid off the old stagnation nation

Y'all been way more than patient

Now let the spirit bring true illumination

Cause if anyone's in Christ then you're a new creation

So then you reflect your Creator with origination

You got the new locked up inside of you

Time to hit it with the bolt cutters, bust right through

Cause I see way too much of playing it safe

See uh, I'm dropping bombs so come along let's strafe

Time to lay waste to every pretension sets itself up against knowing God face to face

Amazing grace how sweet the sound

To hit these demons with a little more than four pounds

Cause we got the ultimate in blasphemy for your satanic majesty

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