Lyrics to song Revision:Revise by A Bullet For Pretty Boy
We are at the end of the rope
With nowhere to run.
We can blame it on ourselves,
We are the blind.
Scriptures have revealed the facts.
Satan has a hold of us.
We found a reason to believe.
Grasp this truth,
Behold the truth.
We sit and wait for the worst to come.
We have to claim what's ours, what's ours, what's ours!
Rebuke the wicked
And break these chains.
Nothing can hold us down.
Appalled by the truth,
What's a lie?
We sit and...
We sit and wait for the worst to come.
We have to claim what is ours.
Open your heart,
Open your heart.
My words won't be hollow.
My words won't be hollow.
My words won't be hollow.
My words won't be hollow.