CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Behind Bars
Metallic metaphors locking down once open doors
Vain repetition echoing off in empty corridors
Dirty floors dingy and dusty
Air stale and musty
Rugged as rugby
Yo kid, for real, this place is ugly
Curiosity drug me deeper in this heartless darkness
Mind racing, wondering, "who on earth could be a part of this?"
The architect of destruction must have been a human hand
What foolish plans
Who on earth would build their house on fluid sand?
Ran through it and- found a cage with a man chained to the back wall
Came closer and saw his face and I almost had a heart attack y'all
Stepped back stalled in awe of this sight before my face
It was Christ bound up mouth strapped closed with duct tape
Is this a mistake- a bad joke? - If it is I ain't laughing
Thoughts and actions blasting out the (lot) to ask what's happenin'
Rapidly unchained my Savior took the tape up off His mouth
Asked the Lord, "what happened? I can't figure this out"
He explained to me the pain which He endured ever so patiently
Faithfully facing His death in order to get this wretched building
Finally after His own spirit was let go
He snatched the key from the owner after three days of Escrow
The transaction was sealed by the mark of the Holy Ghost
Self was cool until destruction decided to boast
Lies and greed decided to hide the seed
They bump rushed violently until pride of life came took the title deed
Feeding the flesh- leaving the temple looking scary B
New tenant- heresy- landlord is popularity
The Lord spoke of His grand design He had in mind
His plan was kind but the building stands blind
To the simple fact that these other towers are crumbling
Who need the grand architect- now I'm left wondering
One question burned, "Lord what place could this be?"
He said sad, "the heart of most so called Christian emcees"
Vain repetition echoing off in empty corridors
Dirty floors dingy and dusty
Air stale and musty
Rugged as rugby
Yo kid, for real, this place is ugly
Curiosity drug me deeper in this heartless darkness
Mind racing, wondering, "who on earth could be a part of this?"
The architect of destruction must have been a human hand
What foolish plans
Who on earth would build their house on fluid sand?
Ran through it and- found a cage with a man chained to the back wall
Came closer and saw his face and I almost had a heart attack y'all
Stepped back stalled in awe of this sight before my face
It was Christ bound up mouth strapped closed with duct tape
Is this a mistake- a bad joke? - If it is I ain't laughing
Thoughts and actions blasting out the (lot) to ask what's happenin'
Rapidly unchained my Savior took the tape up off His mouth
Asked the Lord, "what happened? I can't figure this out"
He explained to me the pain which He endured ever so patiently
Faithfully facing His death in order to get this wretched building
Finally after His own spirit was let go
He snatched the key from the owner after three days of Escrow
The transaction was sealed by the mark of the Holy Ghost
Self was cool until destruction decided to boast
Lies and greed decided to hide the seed
They bump rushed violently until pride of life came took the title deed
Feeding the flesh- leaving the temple looking scary B
New tenant- heresy- landlord is popularity
The Lord spoke of His grand design He had in mind
His plan was kind but the building stands blind
To the simple fact that these other towers are crumbling
Who need the grand architect- now I'm left wondering
One question burned, "Lord what place could this be?"
He said sad, "the heart of most so called Christian emcees"
