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Let the choirs of man sing

"Woe to those at ease, who search for comfort in luxury"
"Woe to those at ease, who are satisfied by the simple things"

Christ, is this the message that you wanted to send?
Can you explain what you meant when you said
"The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head"

God, I want to stay at home. I'd like to bury my father and grow old
I don't belong on the road, but in this small-town subculture
Where we pretend everything is done
In your name... in Your precious, holy name
We say we've tasted and seen, but You've caught us slumbering

God, let me stay asleep
Don't wake me as long as the devil breathes
Aren't you concerned for my safety?
(Stay asleep, stay asleep, stay asleep...)

Woe to those at ease, who trust a life of complacency
Woe to those at ease. We are sanctified by suffering

As the choirs in hell sing, "Woe to those at ease"



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Prudhomme, Austin Knies
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