Verse 1

I see a vision of all that is written

Labeled superstition by blind leading blind.

The viper is hissing for all who will listen

But the Lion has risen and will take by surprise.

How can my cry for freedom

My quest for Eden be heard in the streets

Where the commoners dwell

I hear them screaming for hope to believe in

Something to dream in other than hell.

Plagued by demons, eating what they feed’m

hushed in their seeking for the true way

many to mislead them, toy with them, deceive’m

Who of you will lead them into the day?

Chorus

I cry give me revolution or give me death

I long for solutions I won’t die like the rest.

This world of delusions I will protest.

Verse 2

Who wants to bow to a lifeless, cold Jesus

That all of the preachers have painted their way

They hold their revivals, yet worship their idols

Serve God in title but to mammon they slave.

They sit in their towers and clock countless hours

To unbeknownst powers of evil’s own way

When the Jesus that I know stood up to rival

And calls His disciples to come do the same

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3

Who wants to bow to a lifeless, cold Jesus

That all of the preachers have painted their way

They hold their revivals, yet worship their idols

Serve God in title but to mammon they slave.

But the Jesus that I know stood up to rival

And calls His disciples to come do the same.

The Man that I’m preaching never died and His teachings

Are all that you’re needing to find the true way.

I see a vision of all that is written

Labeled superstition by blind leading blind.

The viper is hissing for all who will listen

But the Lion has risen.