WRENCH IN THE WORKS LYRICS

1. Vultures

The harvest of the earth is ripe and the sickle will swing.
They’ll sell you freedom at the cost of your dignity.
Sugar-coated consequences.
Bar code scans and barb wired fences.
Prescriptions filled with pestilence.

No man knows the hour, the hour or time... (break)

Control is a cancer they will give. Devastation is our culture’s creed.
As if the whole world had the same American dream,
or at least that’s how our media would make it seem.

No man knows the hour, the hour or time.

What will come from the blind leading the blind?
Millions caught and stabled, stamped with a three.
One for the dragon, one for the beast, and another for the false prophet.
And those who refuse will be executed, deceased...

Where there are bodies there the vultures will feed.
Where there are bodies there the vultures will feed.
Where there are bodies there the vultures will feed.

2. Project AK-47

[feat. guest vocals by Chris Grosso of From Bindu To Ojas]

The face of war has never looked so young. Armies of enslaved daughters and sons.
Denied existence so the world may never know. Tiny foot soldiers of the dope machine.
Underground evil regimes, mistreating children, creating killers.

Machine gun clad merchants of death. Machine gun clad merchants of death.
These are innocents in our Father’s eyes. We must put and end to their battle cries.
He has heard their prayers, this is genocide.

Tiny foot soldiers. Give them a chance, give them a choice.
Give back their lives, give them a voice.
Not another one stolen or bought for a fee. Not another kid saying: "My gun was as tall as me."

3. A Desert Voice

[feat. guest vocals by Levi The Poet]

Preparing the way preaching repentance. The voice of one calling in the desert.

We are all just a brood of vipers who’ve been warned of the axe at the root of the tree.
We are all just a brood of vipers who’ve been warned of the axe...

Out of these stones will rise a generation.
Afflicted, abandoned, despised, refined by desperation.
Declaring the Word became flesh. Witness to mankind’s salvation...

"Suffer it to be so now"
I am not the Messiah, Elijah, a prophet – just a voice calling in the wilderness.
Purging, burning, baptized with fire. And the chaff will be burned.

"Suffer it to be so now" to fulfill all righteousness.
The time will come when the grain is tossed into the wind.

Just like him you can spend your last days in shackles,
questioning if your faith was in vain or truth.

We are all just a brood of vipers who’ve been warned of the axe at the root of the tree.
We are all just a brood of vipers who’ve been warned of the axe...

4. Pocket Watch

This is not your world. (Go...)

Unblindfold the truth. Don’t forget to bleed – don’t forget to breathe.
Here’s one for the road. Blessed Are The Steadfast.

Grace will tear down the walls that mock your dreams.
It will work out fine – this is not your world. You’re not the holder of time.
Blessed is your trial. Blessed Are The Steadfast.

Strengthen your heart – be set free. Let their world fall – fall apart.
Grace will tear down the walls that mock your dreams. This is not your world. Stop...

5. DeathSlayer

[feat. guest vocals by Thom Green of Sleeping Giant]

Stone silent before the ridicule and the lies,
with a crown of thorns, a kingly robe about just my size.
Dreams and warnings told have nothing to do with that innocent man.

Flung from the arms of grace, into the jaws of iniquity.
Righteousness stands on the hill of the skull, while man’s anger murders Love.
In weakness death is gone. Prepare the trumpets for this victory song.
They believed that only the cursed were hung from a tree.

As the blood soaked into the wood and dried,
before He lifted his head, questioned God and died.
Through His mind went my name and my face, as well as yours, as He offers us grace.

We’ve esteemed him stricken and afflicted,
one had to be crushed for our transgressions. The life of one a ransom for many.

Crucified between two thieves, one would mock and the other believe.
Righteousness stands on the hill of the skull, to the grave and to resurrection.
The grief swayer proved vindicated. Prepare the trumpets for this victory song.

From the tomb comes Atonement personified.
"Feel the palms of my hands, the wound in my side."
What was once known as dead is now alive. What was once known as dead is now alive.

6. Gethsemane

[feat. guest vocals by Donny Hardy of I Am Alpha And Omega]

Pleading among the twisted trees:
"Father, please take this cup from me... But not of my own, but Your will be done."

A ready heart broken by grief. All the prayers in the world won’t save Him now.
Knees to the dirt, blood on the brow...

Piercing the paw of a lion, crushing the head of the snake.
The curtain was torn top to bottom. The heavens and history shake.
The Anointed broken to redeem the fall of creation...

The execution of an innocent man. Politicians wash the guilt from their hands...
"But not of my own, but Your will be done." They sent to die, Your only begotten Son.

Knees to the dirt, blood on the brow...

There can be no redemption without the shedding of blood.
There can be no redemption without the shedding of blood.
There can be no redemption without the shedding of blood.

7. Hearts And Masks

Today demons sit on their thrones plucking dirty notes
of brass mistaken for filthy crowns made of gold...

Chaos is all this conversation is.
Trust is nothing – a ringer would be better to take the bids.
Sick of the chase – my life I must live through...

Give into the grave – live to kill the pain. Hearts and masks tend to break so easily.
Playing you was really never me. Alter egos suffocate the air we need to breathe...

Hearts and masks tend to break so easily.

We flock to emptiness and invitations of mundane stress.
So look sharp and don’t forget your Sunday’s best.

My self, my cell, my hell. My self, my cell, my hell.
My self, my cell, my hell. Give into the grave – don’t live to kill the pain.

8. Vows (I Must Decrease)

I must decrease, so that He may increase.
I must decrease, so that He may increase.
I must decrease, so that He may increase.
I must die to myself, so that I may truly live.

9. Purge The Creep

We are no more than dry bones, lifeless and in need of breath.
There is none righteous – no, not even one.

I won’t stop reaching. I will keep seeking the Truth.
With more faith than reasons to give up.
I might be wretched, but I won’t stop reaching.
When my questions and prayers are unanswered, I will keep seeking.

Nothing short of my lips sown shut should keep me from speaking of Your love.
Burn away my flesh, so that my spirit may glow.
Carve away this clay, for a new vessel to be thrown.

Not looking for another deity image novelty.
And I have no need for one more rock n roll casualty.

I won’t stop reaching. I will keep seeking the Truth.
Quicken me for today – an example of Your integrity.
I won’t stop reaching.
Quicken me for today – an example of Your majesty.
I will keep seeking the Truth.
Quicken me for today – Your majesty.

10. Walk Amongst The Tombstones

Living a life in the lost has been killing you.
This deception you give chase is a dream you will never run down.
Dreams fell from your hands like the dust of a desert season.
My heart asks for you. These eyes see your pain.

Disappointment is the daily grind. One more fix, another failure, one more time.
Life is full of seasons – and all seasons must come to an end.
The lights in your eyes grow dim. This salt will never fill... the holes in your soul.

Sanctification is the death that every saint must live through.
A trial by fire burning from the inside out with Truth.
Hope fail and struggle still breaking your will against the will of God.
My heart asks for you. These eyes see your pain. My soul believes it’s true.

Playing mistakes of pleasure and pain. Grieve the spirit, the Blood cleanses in the end.
The lights in your eyes grow dim. This salt will never fill... the holes in your soul.

Memories like a wrong...a wrong number in a long line of dead men.
These ruined years, this wasted mind.
Your life and glory are worth more than you choose to know.
Humbled under the weight of a mighty hand, to be lifted up in due time truly stand.

That face used to have such zeal. My heart asks for you.
These eyes see your pain. My soul believes it’s true.

11. Vows (He Must Increase)

[Instrumental]






WRENCH IN THE WORKS LYRICS