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Action Pact

from A Story All About How by The Scribes

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Jesus Jesus
I can't make sense of what preachers teach us
And reach agreement
Left speechless by deceitful thesis
Perceived as in God's eyes we're equal creatures
Except this man
I know him so well
We're the best of friends although no one can tell
He's kind with a soul that is glowing as well
But he took the wrong book
Now he's going to hell
Mysterious ways
The call of the lost
Who can't see the flaws in the cause of the cross
A rapist repents and hence all is forgot
While a good man burns for not calling him "God"
Is that all that you've got?
When the suffering souls are gathered in roves and droves
Just to tug at your robes
It's the first of the chores that the covenant shows
But your words for the poor are all covered in gold

You're not alone although you think so
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
The gods outgrown the saints have since flown
Burn it down
I want to see some action here

A room with a view but no mood for relaxing
A funeral tomb of affirmative action
Tourniquet sanctions start with a pen
Only wounded a few lemme do this again
I'm an interpreter words with a vision
So fuck what you heard you can't murder religion
Who is the victim? Faith won't kill ya
War 'cause of Christians? Sounds so familiar
Terrors in the west in your head in your bed boo
Get a better god maybe then I'll respect you
My hugs with firearms army issue
A trinity of scapegoats send me your issues
I've got a small few thorn in the side
Like a virus of lies where millions die
Believe in conception but not in protection
You're reckless unless you're a god or elected

You're not alone although you think so
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
The gods outgrown the saints have since flown
Burn it down
I want to see some action here

Your gods all died the day that you covered them in gold
Your saints all tried but found that it's far too late to grow
And all the ones who came to fall down at your feet
Now stand outside your castle picking pennies off the street

It's a feeding frenzy in the corporate dead pool
So the guy in the sky's going to drown your issues
These are signs of the times broken wings and red bull
And home made halos arranged for mis-use
The souls are let lose now somewhat abusive
Elusive to trust while we're funding excuses
I run with the students so idly led
Like my god he wants your god dead
I'm ready for reaction the camera is steady
Just to capture the grace of a face on the telly
A media medley dispurse of your turbans
Until we know death in the west ain't for certain
So close the curtains I'm out of faith
Drown in my doubts today feeling out of place
Til the victims of droughts are saved
By the gold that surrounds your grave
Heaven help us

You're not alone although you think so
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
The gods outgrown the saints have since flown
Burn it down
I want to see some action here

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from A Story All About How, released January 29, 2015
Written and performed by Ill Literate, Jonny Steele and Lacey.

Recorded and produced by Shaun Amos at The Dojo.

Mixed and mastered by Shaun Amos.

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Copyright 2015 The Scribes.

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