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letra de out of time - datin

from the start we have known about the signs
yet still we just go about our lives
as if we don’t see them, we’re so out of our minds
we are running out of time, out of time
in this world we were told about the lion
of juda that died, then rose and will arrive
once again but we hold on to the lie
that we’re never out of time, out of time

it’s time square and he’s on the corner holding out a sign
that says, “repent today, you’re almost out of time.”
but he’s either dissed or dismissed
some walk past him thinking he’s just old and out his mind
the cops want him to stop confessing his faith
the h0m-s-xuals said he’s spreading the message of hate
the mormon and jehovah’s witness debate him over scripture
the priest said confess to me or they’ll be no forgiveness
but over their rants this guy is screaming
christ is coming back your time is fleeting
some atheist guys go by and tease him
they say religion is for slaves but science frees men
some muslims tell him it’s lies he’s preachin’
the spit on him and call him a mindless heathen
but out of concern for them he’s cryin’, pleadin’
begging them to turn, he said in christ there’s freedom
the gave [?] and then they tried to seize him
enraged they all give him a violent beatin’
some christians see this and say “this guy’s the reason
we look bad” they turn a blind eye and leave him
if only they knew sometime this evenin’
the sky will crack and heaven’s light will bleed in
then christ will come and they will cry that he’s been
wishing cause they’re out of time to repent
uhh wild rush. i l-st after your [?]
i am he that steals so cleverly
i am he that pleads so jealously
for your soul so let’s cease with the pleasantries
you know me well, you know me well
i am he who offers the evil behind the empty bullet sh-ll in the face of many
pain’ll just let me celebrate this blood shed and make it trendy
causing confusion of the truth
illusions to the youth
sons of anarchy and daughters who prostitute
becoming dead beat daddies and mommies who abort
destroy families, how delicious is the thought
isis, agenda crisis, this to me is timeless
all of my puppetry, hidden in the silence
most importantly the voice that you know
that whispers in your ear not to today, tomorrow
time, there’s plenty of it
the words that you covet
i dance in the shadows while my slaves are my subjects
sell all they have for a moment and i love it
the range of emotions, i watch as they plummet
into the depths until they’re in my court
by the unseen war that i wage in their thoughts
i work fast because my time is short
so, you ask for more i reply with “of course”

- datin

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