Song | The Resistance |
Artist | Josh Garrels |
Album | Love & War & The Sea in Between |
I was born into a system constructed for failure | |
It’s a sinking ship manned by drunken sailors | |
An escape artist behind the bars of a jailor | |
An asthmatic attack when we forgot the inhaler | |
If the shoe doesn’t fit what good is a tailor | |
In the midst of a crisis please cancel the gala | |
Without a symphony there’s no need for a prelude | |
To foreshadow what’s to come. | |
See the secret committees, commence with their meetings | |
To make red tape in response to simple questions | |
Questions threaten the perception of the beneficial systems | |
A pyramid scheme with it’s cogs and it’s pistons | |
Mechanization of men, making more and more | |
Live in a miserable exhistance | |
How can so few, claim so many victims | |
And this begs the question | |
My rest is a weapon against the oppression | |
Of mans obsession to control things | |
Look at the long line of make believe kings | |
The lord of the flies want’s you to kiss his ring | |
Follow new rules with invisible strings | |
And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme | |
How do good men become part of the regime | |
They don’t believe in resistance. | |
Hold fast like an anchor in the storm | |
We will not be moved | |
Lesson number one, overcome | |
Every fear of regret and confusion | |
It’s all illusion, delusion | |
Sent to disconnect the holy fusion | |
Of spirit and the flesh | |
Every mortal breath, is meant to bring forth fire | |
But only when the fear of death, gets consumed | |
On the funeral pier | |
So let the flames rise higher | |
Let every man be considered a liar | |
If he doubts the goodness and faithfulness of God | |
Itching ears will compulsively nod in approval | |
When unbelief is taught in all our temples and schools | |
But God can restrain the madness of a fool | |
He can bring His truth through the mouth of a mule | |
You can move an mountain without any tools | |
It just takes the faith of a little seed | |
to make a way through what might seem to be | |
Impossibility, | |
And the ability will match the occasion | |
The outcome will defy explanation | |
The liberation will not be televised | |
When it arrives like lightning in the skies | |
Hold fast like an anchor in the storm | |
For your love, we will rise and overcome | |
Through the fire | |
Hold fast my people and sing | |
Through peace and through suffering | |
All for the joy that it brings, to be free | |
It’s gonna cost us everything | |
To follow one Lord and King | |
True love endures everything | |
To be free | |
Hold fast, like an anchor in the storm | |
We will not be moved |
I was born into a system constructed for failure | |
It' s a sinking ship manned by drunken sailors | |
An escape artist behind the bars of a jailor | |
An asthmatic attack when we forgot the inhaler | |
If the shoe doesn' t fit what good is a tailor | |
In the midst of a crisis please cancel the gala | |
Without a symphony there' s no need for a prelude | |
To foreshadow what' s to come. | |
See the secret committees, commence with their meetings | |
To make red tape in response to simple questions | |
Questions threaten the perception of the beneficial systems | |
A pyramid scheme with it' s cogs and it' s pistons | |
Mechanization of men, making more and more | |
Live in a miserable exhistance | |
How can so few, claim so many victims | |
And this begs the question | |
My rest is a weapon against the oppression | |
Of mans obsession to control things | |
Look at the long line of make believe kings | |
The lord of the flies want' s you to kiss his ring | |
Follow new rules with invisible strings | |
And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme | |
How do good men become part of the regime | |
They don' t believe in resistance. | |
Hold fast like an anchor in the storm | |
We will not be moved | |
Lesson number one, overcome | |
Every fear of regret and confusion | |
It' s all illusion, delusion | |
Sent to disconnect the holy fusion | |
Of spirit and the flesh | |
Every mortal breath, is meant to bring forth fire | |
But only when the fear of death, gets consumed | |
On the funeral pier | |
So let the flames rise higher | |
Let every man be considered a liar | |
If he doubts the goodness and faithfulness of God | |
Itching ears will compulsively nod in approval | |
When unbelief is taught in all our temples and schools | |
But God can restrain the madness of a fool | |
He can bring His truth through the mouth of a mule | |
You can move an mountain without any tools | |
It just takes the faith of a little seed | |
to make a way through what might seem to be | |
Impossibility, | |
And the ability will match the occasion | |
The outcome will defy explanation | |
The liberation will not be televised | |
When it arrives like lightning in the skies | |
Hold fast like an anchor in the storm | |
For your love, we will rise and overcome | |
Through the fire | |
Hold fast my people and sing | |
Through peace and through suffering | |
All for the joy that it brings, to be free | |
It' s gonna cost us everything | |
To follow one Lord and King | |
True love endures everything | |
To be free | |
Hold fast, like an anchor in the storm | |
We will not be moved |