Crawl under mighty refine I know the door is the same as its high That rather seems that can never be pulled They're in your pocket, they'll never come out Come ask, make you to get up Throw off through a filthy believer Come running, the fire will burn So we can feel it Run over mountain and break There is a trip up and mistakes being made And once you lean over things feel the same They never look at good how they have changed Come ask, make you to get up Throw off through a filthy believer Come running, the fire will burn So we can feel it Come ask, make you to get up Throw off through a filthy believer Come running, the fire will burn So we can feel it