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Heard him knocking on the door, four on the floor Said he wanna make a vegan outta carnivore Ask him what the Prince of Peace know 'bout the art of war Patiently he said he'd teach me what the heart is for Doubt, it comes in different seasons like the eastern shore Suffering might be a need we didn't bargain for Got me thinking, "What would Jesus need a martyr for?" Homie said I was a deacon in a past life He don't see the irony in what he just said Sometimes I hear a little whisper in the sunset Just a lil' ray of hope, He ain't done yet Love a hill song, but we don't love to confess Love a hymn, dog, but we don't love to come clean If he hold a Bible, we'll elect a dumb king Then wonder why all of the people filled with unrest I suggest to you that it is because God loves us that He makes the gift of suffering Suffering in silence for a lotta mileage I was flyin' high until somehow I lost my autopilot All the while, I masked the way I felt with the lust and violence All around, I felt the heaviness that I could not get out of Angels prolly left some clues around me, didn't have the vision Pushed the righteous wounds away so I receive some demon kisses Scriptures told me I should taste and see, I said, "This sin's delicious" Rubbed a bunch of broken lamps 'cause I was seekin' genie's wishes Broken, I conceded to the better things Pickin' up the pieces that the pattern brings Up from the smoke, and my lungs feel it settling Heat from the flame of the fire, feel it Heavenly From Letras Mania