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You're not our idols, you’re a graven image Now that the prophet's come, just know you're finished All of the lies you told will be diminished We burn your towers down with the lyrics You’re not our idols, you're a graven image Now that the prophet's come, just know you're finished All of the lies you told will be diminished We burn your towers down with the lyrics Preacher, don't tell me heaven is above us When heaven is the definition of us When health and godliness, we got it covered The children of the sun, the ones you covet Mislead the public, subject to a puppet, whose strings are tugged and governed by corruption Raping our daughters, coffers of their dollars Making our fathers martyrs of their knowledge I'm the anointed, you're who they appointed, and gave a voice but might as well be voiceless ‘cause what destroys us is the fantasy of fairytales you weave that lead to tragedy Gradually I wake ‘em up from the spell You no longer run amok with your tales So what in the hell made you think I'd buy the junk that you sell when You’re not our idols, you’re a graven image Now that the prophet's come, just know you’re finished All of the lies you told will be diminished We burn your towers down with the lyrics You're not our idols, you're a graven image Now that the prophet's come, just know you’re finished All of the lies you told will be diminished We burn your towers down with the lyrics Now as you look up, you'll see many so called leaders and so called prophets rise up You have to ask yourself, I mean, if they didn't come from you, where did they come from? I mean where do these people come from that you're being told that you should like and idolize I mean open up your eyes and realize they're graven images You're not elected, you were just selected, by the machine to carry out their methods Passive is lectures, fruits without the nectar Wielding a cane with claims that it's a scepter Most see an emperor, but you're just a jester He who the king permitted to address us He who the queen would ridicule in essence Seemingly it's royalty but just a peasant The type of prophet that'll die for profit Rather curse God than deny your pockets Gluttonous soul of pathology, stuck in this whole lust mentality We refuse to bow to a graven image You don't look like God, we were made in His image We know the difference, follow the living Can't do the statue ‘cause it isn't You're not our idols, you're a graven image Now that the prophet's come, just know you're finished All of the lies you told will be diminished We burn your towers down with the lyrics You're not our idols, you're a graven image Now that the prophet's come, just know you're finished All of the lies you told will be diminished We burn your towers down with the lyrics
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