Are we so self-consumed,
That we can't see beyond the walls of our homes
Filled with idols, and built with lies
The sick and poor left destitute and alone
Do you really believe what you say you believe?
We have come to wake the dead
These sleeping hearts will beat
With a passion they have never known before
The war goes on for the souls of man
We have come to wake the dead
I'm just a shadow of who I claim to be
And these hollow words define me
I'm treading blindly in my selfish-wounded pride
But here I draw the line
Here I wage war on complacency
I cannot live this way, and live with myself
I will not, compromise who I am
For approval of the masses
This temporal satisfaction is exactly what you claimed it would be
I've traded all my dreams away
For meaningless names, faces that vanish with the wind
Faces that vanish with the wind
Open the floodgates and cover the earth
Take away this doubt in my heart
God raise my weary soul
Years and years, I've drowned in my apathy,
I just want to know you're proud that I'm your son
I am the clay in the hands of the potter
I am weak from this burden
I am weak, but in you I'm made strong
I am the orphan in search of a father
In search of strength and consistency
Father look into my eyes
And tell me your proud I'm your son
This temporal satisfaction is exactly
What you claimed it would be
I've traded all my dreams away
*Give me faith to trust what you say,
That you are good and your love is great
I may be weak, but your Spirit's strong in me
My flesh may fail, my God you never will