Burried In the Mix
Adam and Eve original sin conceived
They turned away, and they died that day
Leaving only God to grieve
They felt the chill of life outside God's will
Now guilty refugees, they hide among the trees
And we are hiding still
When volume is your choice
How can you hear the still small voice
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
Just, buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
How can we hide or fill the hole inside?
Your hope abandon not a leg to stand on
When God and man collide
Treble and bass can graphically erase
Ideals youthful, and conscience truthful
And flood the empty space
When volume is your choice
How can you hear the still small voice
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
Just, buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Cradle to grave our hungry senses crave
The sights and the sounds, but ignore the profound
Pursuit of trivia enslaved
Music everywhere. No time to think, no time to spare
You left the Dolby on and the whispered meaning's gone
So you don't stand a prayer
When volume is your choice
How can you hear the still small voice
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
Just, buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
They turned away, and they died that day
Leaving only God to grieve
They felt the chill of life outside God's will
Now guilty refugees, they hide among the trees
And we are hiding still
When volume is your choice
How can you hear the still small voice
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
Just, buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
How can we hide or fill the hole inside?
Your hope abandon not a leg to stand on
When God and man collide
Treble and bass can graphically erase
Ideals youthful, and conscience truthful
And flood the empty space
When volume is your choice
How can you hear the still small voice
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
Just, buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Cradle to grave our hungry senses crave
The sights and the sounds, but ignore the profound
Pursuit of trivia enslaved
Music everywhere. No time to think, no time to spare
You left the Dolby on and the whispered meaning's gone
So you don't stand a prayer
When volume is your choice
How can you hear the still small voice
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
Just, buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Buried in the mix
Clear the loft space in your head
'Coss the Word of God's not dead
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