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• Artiste: Mouth Of The South
• Titre: FALLACY
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The introduction: I hear you voice ringing in my head "I am, I am the one who was raised from the dead" The oceans tremble, the mountains bow down at the sound of your name. This is not a formulaic religion, this is a masterpiece built on intimacy. This is not an empty theology. This is love, this is relationship. The stage: Where is the mystery? Where is the intimacy? My God is not a concept you fit in your head. This is the call for a new faith. We've lost our way. There's no time to wallow in our pity. A change must be made. I refuse to give in. Swing wide oh gates of heaven Fill up these empty bones Let this army rise Rise up, rise up Now is the time to stand on your feet and fight for your God The reality: Well it all comes down to this, the honest truth of what's inside Were all broken men with fading dreams and a heart thats half alive But were trying to move on and walk with strength beneath our feet Father God I know you're there cause I can feel you breath This is the struggle we face I hear your voice in my head "I am, I am!" How dare I compare all that you are to only what my eyes can see You've seen right though my masks and yet you still pursue me The call: Now is the time to stand face to face with yourself No more hiding behind your walls This is the end, the end of deception This is the end; rip off the mask