Are You Listening?

This is the sound of the underground...

I’m sick of the hypocrisy in the church today.
All the Christians who sit back and talk
Why to do they let the problems go?
Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show

In a world where AIDS and poverty thrive
Can the gospel truly survive?

If we are the future as many will claim
Why is it our parents who get all the blame?
All I’m saying is its time for a change
We have to get into action and stop playing this game

People don’t get it when you try to reform
All people see is a youthful drive
The people think they know whats going on inside

This isn’t a plea for emotion or rage
This is a statement of mission for life

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...

This is the sound of the underground.

Drowning (Psalm 69)

The waters are up to my neck, I’m beginning to lose consciousness.
I stepped too far and lost my foothold, sinking into the abyss of sea.
My throat is parched screaming, my eyes fail to see.

Save me! Save me! I’m drowning, Save me! Save! Me! Cause I can’t breathe.

You see right through me, you know me well.
I will fight for you, for your name. I would swim endless seas for you.
Alone, for I am a stranger in my own land.

Save me! Save me! I’m drowning (alone). Save me! (alone) Save! Me! Cause I can’t breathe.

Hypothermia sets in, this deathly feeling begins.
Life slips through my fingers, falls away from my grasp.
Reality becomes so true, this breath could be my last.

Answer me with your sure salvation.
Answer me with your sure salvation.
Answer me.

A Cry Out to God

need your help. I need your strength
Show me how to show you, to those all around me.
I want to sing your praise. I want to shout your name.
I want to live your grace. I want to give you thanks.

Teach me to love them as I love your children.
Teach me to fight for the ones who are broken.
Show me a way to love all your children.

Break my heart for the lost and the hurting.
Tear me apart for the sick and the broken.
Why do I ignore them when they are your children.
How can I love them, these who are fallen?

Teach me to love them as you love your children.
Teach me to fight for the ones who are broken.
Show me a way to love all your children.

I want to fight for the hurting, Help out the lowly,
Sing for the broken, Pray for the fallen
I want to show them your mercy
So that they can see Jesus

I want to go. I want to run
I want to fight the fight
And give my life
I want to go, not sit and wait
Its time to go…
Its time to go

American Genocide

What right do we have to fight the good fight, when we gave up the right to prevent genocide?
How can we say that we are the best, when the streets of America run red with their blood.
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing

What are we doing, in a country not our own, while the blood is running in our own dooryards?
Why are fighting for rights in the East, while our very own nation murders four thousand a day?
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
Its an American Genocide, and I’m not going quiet.
Its an American Genocide, and we stand by and watch.
Its an American Genocide and its time to make it right.

How can we say that murder is wrong, when we legitimize this genocide?
Why are we realizing the kingdom of God, and forgetting the murder of so many today?
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
Its an American Genocide, and I’m not going quiet.
Its an American Genocide, and we stand by and watch.
Its an American Genocide and its time to make it right.