The Following - Haster

You say you’re stepping forward…

But what’s progress,

When it yields no reward,

Except comfort in death?

Life spent on the floor,

Letting your heart bleed out.

Go be yourself and flourish.

Live!

Powerful used ink to write, manipulate…

Wrong from right, standardize our… Living.

Control through fear our minds sight: Heaven’s above!

Reason to ignore Mother… cuz Father will come!

The skies are empty, and we’re alone.

The ground beneath us quakes.

Fulfilled prophecies written in our own blood.

We’re born from flesh,

In flesh we grow.

From earth we came,

To earth we’ll go.

We will create the apocalypse,

From misguided faith…

And it will lack Jesus!

We build our Church upon the ground,

That once flourished with life unbound.

Erect our thrones in our kingdom,

And condemn those who lack the crown.

But what is life when it’s unlived?

What are answers without questions?

We suck the blood from where we live,

Cuz God will come before it gives.

Before it gives.

Give, before it gives.

Failing to recognize that the Earth is torn

apart and we’re blind from the bright Son.

Our industry exploits our home…

Taking for granted, the Earth!

Taking for granted, the Earth… cuz God will come.

You’ll never be saved in vanity,

Find salvation in who you are.

We must meditate through the pain,

And seek heaven upon this Earth.

The parasite within my parasite.

The Savior will come through you,

When you cherish this life.