Blind are dead, they don't see,
They don't listen to reality,
Walk in shadows which blind their sight,
Living in darkness, without any light,
Laugh at us, spit at us, call us names,
When Jesus walked the earth he suffered the same,
The bible says we should be crucified with Christ,
And in the end we receive our gift, spiritual life.
When you wake up in Hell ask yourself: was your image worth it, are you proud of yourself?
You had a chance to receive, to be a believer, but you turned your back on God to be a crowd pleaser.
You walk around, you're secure,
Always in the end it's such a stupid trip,
You gotta keep that image, gotta fit in,
Keep your image; it's an image of sin,
Can't you see what I'm saying to you?
Jesus has taken me and made me new,
I have the shadows which blind my sight,
I am resolved to walk in the light.
When you wake up in Hell ask yourself: was your image worth it, are you proud of yourself?
You had a chance to receive, to be a believer, but you turned your back on God to be a crowd pleaser.
