No News…Ain’t Good News (Steadman, Gregory)
News of significant world events reaches me
Through the filter of media acceptability
Dictated by political accountability
Constrained by governmental economic security

I hear what I’m told to hear
I will buy what’s suggested to me
My free will is absolute
As long as my choices conform

Corporations bending
Information sending
Corruption never mending
There is no happy ending

I will speak their mind through the appropriate channels
They will thank me for my conformity
With security against threats that they invented
To keep me in line and protect me from myself

The Middle East is lurching from crisis to crisis
Polar ice caps are melting
Global financial system collapsing
We are in a living hell

You think you know what Hell is?
You’ve got no idea

You think you’ll sleep when you’re dead
Writhing in agony on a stony bed
Teeming maggots itching under your skin
Look at the ugly mess you’ve found yourself in

No news comes from beyond the grave
No reports of evil threats
A noticeable absence of terrorist activity
Not so much a whisper of dictatorship

Oh God, I didn’t know
That this was where I’d go
Back when I was alive
I thought You were a lie

Nobody ever told me, never saw it on the news
I thought I was so well-informed but never heeded You
And now you’re telling me I’m gonna suffer here forever
Cause I was just too ignorant to make it into Heaven

No news...ain’t good news x 12


Mother Of Harlots (Steadman, Salmela, Gregory, Skipworth)
Apostasy and ignorance often go hand in hand
No spiritual violence against the lust of man
But without war against the soul we can never be free
The strongholds of the fleshly curse forever binding thee

Mother of harlots
Satan’s pawn
The apostate church
Chosen no more
Mystery, blasphemy, failure
Sacrifice of the self will restore
Mother of harlots
Come back to Christ before you die
He’ll receive you
Welcome you to eternal life

What’s the point of reaching out to capture the unsaved
If all you’re gonna do is take the money from their grave
A genuine conversion is the work of Christ our Lord
The faith given by grace to take Him at His holy Word

Studying the scripture is the work of every man
The way to growing in the faith is with Him hand in hand
It does not come from laughter or from statues built with cash
It comes from knowing the Word of God, let all else turn to ash

Mother of harlots
Satan’s pawn
The apostate church
Chosen no more
Mystery, blasphemy, failure
Sacrifice of the self will restore
Mother of harlots
Come back to Christ before you die
He’ll receive you
Welcome you to eternal life


This Day Forth (Gregory)
Centuries have gone by, a fingerprint through time
Passed down through the ages, revealed to humankind
God in flesh incarnate, sacrificed for sin
Eternity is opened for us to enter in

Standing in the light of Jesus

This day forth, we proclaim Him
This day forth, new life begins
This day forth, will you join Him
This day forth, washed in the blood

Through ceaseless adversity the struggle goes on
Countless casualties through the passage of time
A voice of hope whispers in the wind
Reaching through the gap to bring restoration

Standing in the light of Jesus

This day forth, we proclaim Him
This day forth, new life begins
This day forth, will you join Him
This day forth, washed in the blood

Communion with this force reconciles the lost
Feeding a deep need for a second chance
Contact with the author, divine recognition
Bringing to completion the work of redemption

Standing in the light of Jesus

This day forth, we proclaim Him
This day forth, new life begins
This day forth, will you join Him
This day forth, washed in the blood

This day forth x 4


Celebrity Judge And The Sinners Part III (Steadman, Salmela)
The court had been in session
For the best part of the day
Judges came from all the world
To lock their foes away
The poor sentenced the rich and cruel
The wise condemned the fools
The ones who tried to keep the law
Judged those who broke the rules

When evening came the roll was called
And all had raised their hands
Til one last judge appeared there
The Lord was in command
He spoke with an almighty voice
He shook the earth like thunder
This day the justice of the saints
Has brought you under judgement

But now you see, it is My turn
And no one shall escape
Since Adam fell you all have sinned
And now it’s judgement day
I look but I see not a soul
Who can escape My wrath
Unless My standard can be met
This breath will be your last

Jesus stood up in the gap
And spoke on the behalf
Of all those who believed in Him
To save from His wrath
And when Jehovah saw the book
Where all the names were written
He could not help but love those souls
For their sins were forgiven

When judgement comes upon the world
And all around is chaos
Be sure your faith is not misplaced
You must believe in Jesus

Outro repeat x 2


Wasting Power (Steadman, Salmela)
Disease cripples us, sickness weakens us
Every day we die while you grow
We don’t have a choice in this sickened world
Force fed everything that we know

Bodies hang from golden arches
Dynamic ribbon rots the brain
Microsoftening our senses
The big blue world has gone insane
Mass producing even churches
Watering down that little faith
We are woebegone and wretched
Stuffed to death for money’s sake

The price of vegetables escalates, takeaway food becomes a staple
Have you had your three burgers and fries today
Health care systems overloaded, unable to stem a tide of fat
Hospital cases are being turned away
Pathetic workforce no match for machines
Give that dude an energy drink
We can’t afford to have him nodding off
We’ll never meet the order for these TV dinners, move, move, move

Wasting power
Corporations taking hold
Fuelling fire
Do exactly what you’re told
Wasting power
You deprive us of our life
Economics
Holding us against the knife

Overworked and underpaid
Mr Average can’t keep up
Just too tired to be cooking
Once again we’ll order junk
Happy tastebuds numb the pain
For a moment nothing more
Off to bed and in the morning
Grind against the stone once more

Planet Earth has lost the plot
Languising in apathy
We have turned our backs on God
Living for this junk we eat
None of this stuff even matters
All will turn to dust in time
Worthless money cannot help us
Only God renews the mind

Only God renews the mind x 4


Death Undone (Skipworth, Salmela)
The night has gone, nightmares remain
And though you try life stays the same
Division grows and so you fight
Frustrations swell in your lost sight

Circling round and round again
This anger cycle, it never ends
The snare will snap, a shortened fuse
The battle’s one you’ll always lose

Anger, hopelessness
Must be released
Focus on the Saviour
Bow at His feet
Bow at His feet
Bow at His feet

You can't pretend that all's alright
Chaos inside, it's locked up tight
Once released it's work undone
Your past deceased, future lives on

Your hate and depression subsides
His love for your mind as guide
Loneliness denied from you
With His faithfulness so true

His faithfulness so true
Faithfulness so true
 
Holy Blood (Gregory)
Psychological terror plagues upon your mind
Your soul absent, torment of your brain
Voice of agony spews forth, maggot rotted mind
Sin disease strikes you, robs you of faculty

The mind of the stillborn writhing in torture
Sensing the absense of the heartbeat
Yet moving onward, trudging through the gore
Of a life in separation, hatred to the core

Skeletal remains slowly rise and form again
Souls of hatred marching on, intent to destroy
They smash the skeleton back down to the ground
Be sure the spirit will work on the bones again

The force of hatred that feasts upon the dead
Has no power against the holy blood shed
Pure redemption, perfect execution
Strips of flesh tore off as his blood cleansed all the land

Holy blood spilt on the Earth, sin dead x 4

The army of darkness, shrill screams in your mind
Wicked voices wreaking havoc on mankind
Crushed head of the serpent spewed on multitude
Destruction to evil in frightening magnitude

Behold the precious gift sent from God above
Pierced flesh, dripping blood, cleansing us of our sin
Time is now, purge the filth, freedom from rotting mind
Christ the Lord has conquered sin, no more misery

Putrid armies of hatred mown down like weeds
Rotting filthy corpses decay and sink below
Powerful force of thunder restores the land anew
No longer will the darkness wreak havoc on your brain

Holy blood spilt on the Earth, sin dead x 8


Affluenza (Gregory)
There is a scourge in the western world, it’s name is affluenza
Afflicts the hearts of humankind, selfish desire for more
Always striving, always wanting, a chasing of the wind
Over abundance of resources, decay of the soul

Wanting more, never satisfied
Clutching at straws to find happiness
Money cannot save your soul
Only God’s love can fill the hole

Whoever loves money never has money enough
Whoever loves wealth is never pleased with his lot
As goods increase so do those who consume them
What good are they except for us to gaze on

Wanting more, never satisfied
Clutching at straws to find happiness
Money cannot save your soul
Only God’s love can fill the hole

Affluenza, what does man gain
Affluenza, chasing the wind
Affluenza, days in darkness
Affluenza, pain and anger

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on Earth
Where moth and rust destroy
And where thieves break in and steal
But store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
Where moth and rust do not destroy
And where thieves do not break in and steal
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be
(Matthew 6:19-21)

This world has gone crazy, throwing goods in our face
So much to buy, how can we ever be free
We must reject this lust and turn our hearts to Jesus
To be freed from slavery and store up treasure in heaven

Wanting more, never satisfied
Clutching at straws to find happiness
Money cannot save your soul
Only God’s love can fill the hole

Affluenza, what does man gain
Affluenza, chasing the wind
Affluenza, days in darkness
Affluenza, pain and anger

Chorus repeat

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