No Sugarcoating Here
Truth teller here, no more sugarcoatin' the deal,
World's cold warmin' up, hearts concealed, fake feels,
Justice seem blind, folks chasing dollar bills,
Lost in the noise, can't deny life that chills.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Eyes wide open, ain't afraid to call out doom,
Sinful charades, schemes of rich men bloom,
Faith's my armor, can't sway me with chic costumes,
Morality's a lighthouse, guiding through gloom.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Temptation lingers, a serpent in Eve's grove,
Society's virtue, now a treasure trove,
Gone are bonds, replaced by cash and gold,
Eternal souls sold, stories alone told.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
World's cold warmin' up, hearts concealed, fake feels,
Justice seem blind, folks chasing dollar bills,
Lost in the noise, can't deny life that chills.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Eyes wide open, ain't afraid to call out doom,
Sinful charades, schemes of rich men bloom,
Faith's my armor, can't sway me with chic costumes,
Morality's a lighthouse, guiding through gloom.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Temptation lingers, a serpent in Eve's grove,
Society's virtue, now a treasure trove,
Gone are bonds, replaced by cash and gold,
Eternal souls sold, stories alone told.
Angels weep as sinners creep, their souls to reap,
In the silence hides the violence, deep within we weep,
All the false idols, hands turning in the steeple's spire,
Find your way back home, rise above the mire.
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Lopez-soria
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