Kingdom Numb ft. Harrison Sands Lyrics

Yeah, dealing with the consequences

While I'm feeling so monumental

Join the inner circle, our credentials

Is better than the others, tell em off the sinful

Not a God, just a product within this

Epicentre of my hope, run the cost of dividends

Invested in my faith while my conscious killin' it

Gettin' pulled in both directions, tug my costume, uhhh

I was raised by the Church of the holy saints and the spiritual

Window of my soul, glancing over pane for the miracle

Grew up thinking that it was only faith that administers

The measurement of goodness til I overcame all those principles

Fuck that school of thought, bitch I won't remain with your movement

Came to my senses, the homeless came to the pulpit

Uh, and they analyzing his wardrobe

Rejection of the poor, follow branded lies while the corpse cold

Not to mention that pussy in the committee

Bailing out these abusers like rapists need your pity

You have the nerve to claim she deserved to be almost killed

Cause she didn't consent to performing her wifely duties

Exact words, right? These chapters might

Finally reveal that your darkness won't capture light

Cause yo religion said buildin' bridges a focus

But then ignore whenever the drowning happen below it

Down a handful of drowsy, I'm bound to vanish before yo eyes

But through all of my lyrics I'm immortalized

We broke the harmony down

Yeah, dealing with the consequences

While I'm feeling so monumental

Join the inner circle, our credentials

Is better than the others, tell em off the sinful

Not a God, just a product within this

Epicentre of my hope, run the cost of dividends

Invested in my faith while my conscious killin' it

Gettin' pulled in both directions, tug my costume, uhhh

Where have all the Angels gone

The young and weak are falling

They turn their cheek, you beat it black and blue

Looking up to Kingdom come

And I can hear them calling out your name

Last resort, but where were you

Yeah you call yourself a servant of the King

But you'd never serve a thing to one that's truly suffering

When you thank the Lord, gave you the life you know

You gave nothing but your prayers to those people crying at your door

You pick and choose the parables

You crave the ones that make you feel at ease

About your place after the grave

But you twist and turn the message you've been fed

Well don't you fret, the words will keep on spinnin

Long after your dead