Vessel
This is the cardinal of imparting
Though I am a man I still do take a part in it
Dropping my hard earnings into a promising money-pit
Just to satisfy my yearnings is counterfeit
Lying, a disease called 'consumer'
It's boring, a result of not knowing what freedom is
God would you pardon this, you give with arms full
Wal-Mart's no contest to the warehouse you target from
I am an arsonist, lighting the fire for all who desire no moderate
You too are tired of this rich-living selfishness
Slave at the day job to spend your whole life away
Time for a new mission, jake-brake retard on this
Unload the truck and give all to the least of them
You are responsible all that was given by God
Was not meant to be stuck in your palms
Ya, all that was given by God was not meant to be stuck in your palms
The blessing the money the time the job (Contents)
The skills the marriage the cars the passion (Vessels)
Investing the talents, forgetting the balance (Contents)
You
Are
You are the vessel
But you're
You're gripping that tight
And pull it back when He reaches out with the right hand
As if it's your only life
But you're screwed if you do like fools do
Cuz He wants to give you riches not yet in sight
And it's silly really, we're never satisfied
Fat in our palace with a dude begging outside, the poor
And you're asking me how to reach?
Well start by waking up from your food coma
The freedom the house the food the education (Contents)
The ethic the kids the savings the kindness (Vessels)
The hopeful reforming of your testimony (Contents)
We
Are
We are the vessels
Said 'If you wanna follow me
Say no to what you want
And if you wanna live
Then get on the cross.'
If you want life, you gotta let go
But I can't let go (I can't let go)
I can't let go (I can't let go)
I can't let go (I can't let go)
So cut off my hands
I can't let go
So cut off my hands
To deny myself, to deny myself
Whatever I want or what I lust it must be put on the shelf, ya
Health and wealth It's a living hell
Compared to sore and poor, but a soul of health and wealth
Ya
This life is the contents
And you are the vessel
This life is the contents
And you are the vessel
So pour yourself out
Pour yourself out
Pour yourself out
You are the vessel
Pour yourself out
Though I am a man I still do take a part in it
Dropping my hard earnings into a promising money-pit
Just to satisfy my yearnings is counterfeit
Lying, a disease called 'consumer'
It's boring, a result of not knowing what freedom is
God would you pardon this, you give with arms full
Wal-Mart's no contest to the warehouse you target from
I am an arsonist, lighting the fire for all who desire no moderate
You too are tired of this rich-living selfishness
Slave at the day job to spend your whole life away
Time for a new mission, jake-brake retard on this
Unload the truck and give all to the least of them
You are responsible all that was given by God
Was not meant to be stuck in your palms
Ya, all that was given by God was not meant to be stuck in your palms
The blessing the money the time the job (Contents)
The skills the marriage the cars the passion (Vessels)
Investing the talents, forgetting the balance (Contents)
You
Are
You are the vessel
But you're
You're gripping that tight
And pull it back when He reaches out with the right hand
As if it's your only life
But you're screwed if you do like fools do
Cuz He wants to give you riches not yet in sight
And it's silly really, we're never satisfied
Fat in our palace with a dude begging outside, the poor
And you're asking me how to reach?
Well start by waking up from your food coma
The freedom the house the food the education (Contents)
The ethic the kids the savings the kindness (Vessels)
The hopeful reforming of your testimony (Contents)
We
Are
We are the vessels
Said 'If you wanna follow me
Say no to what you want
And if you wanna live
Then get on the cross.'
If you want life, you gotta let go
But I can't let go (I can't let go)
I can't let go (I can't let go)
I can't let go (I can't let go)
So cut off my hands
I can't let go
So cut off my hands
To deny myself, to deny myself
Whatever I want or what I lust it must be put on the shelf, ya
Health and wealth It's a living hell
Compared to sore and poor, but a soul of health and wealth
Ya
This life is the contents
And you are the vessel
This life is the contents
And you are the vessel
So pour yourself out
Pour yourself out
Pour yourself out
You are the vessel
Pour yourself out
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Writer(s): Luke Martens
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