LYRIC: Bethel Music – Come Out of that Grave (Resurrection Power). Released June 10, 2022. If you have ordered from us in the past using the "Please invoice my church" payment method and your billing account has already been approved by our staff, we will process your order ASAP. Look this is how Lazarus sound on a record.
Reaching for my mind to decide. The urge to kill for pleasure is so strong. And I just can't Win the Fight. So even when I'm wearyYou are calling meTo come and restYou cannot be stoppedYou have already defeated Hell. Suffering is contamination you mind. Be the first to add the lyrics and earn points. Till the Spirit raided my whole tomb like Lara Croft (Woo). Hopped up out the grave, good morning. It would be wrong to ask you why Because I know what goes inside Is only half of what comes out Isn′t that what it's about, it′s about, To remind us we're alive To remind us we're not blind In that big, black hole Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in, or throw something out?
Never knew how much I needed it. And finally, they nailed Him to a tree. Sayonara, see you later. There's a sling in my voice. Housefires Make National TV Debut on Fox and Friends |. If the problem continues, please contact customer support. And we never die at my funeral bump this like. And I shot and I killed him there. For the cleansing of humanity, marched into the night, paraded to the sound of rapid fire. So that we could heal again. Rise my troopers rise again. I heard somebody coming, saying something yelling, 'come out'. They spat upon my Jesus.
The words on yellowed paper make your heart pump a. little faster. No chance to survife. He pushed Him in the desert. That I have killed on Christmas Eve.
I thought that you would appreciate me. Starting my ascent through the pile of twisted flesh, I can't believe I'm still alive, my intended grave looks so peaceful from above, another unknown pit in the forest of genocide. You are our guest for eternity. Let me guide you down. The ceiling starts to bend and warp, it smells of. Pushed and called Him names. Dead men can't holla, what you talking bout? Our systems have detected unusual activity from your IP address (computer network). Torture in the air, stained by rot they rest, as I walk among the pain, my purpose now complete. And right from the start. Oh Sin, your chains have been broken By the resurrected King.
"Hell is only a word... Ripping through the night in anger, slashing through the fields, fields of black and dormant mud where blood once flowed, streams of fire glowing cold with an everlasting hope. Rules reserved now as evil is in command. Sign up and drop some knowledge. That's the way that I spend my days. The night is calm and quiet now, my grunts the only sound, I found what I am looking for again, affection towards rotting flesh is my sick deed, these people still need comforting and care. So convincing to themselves. For the unholy one to succeed. Should not be a problem to decide. Bloodstained, your white shroud will be bloodstained when we are done. The spell of killing spree is reversed.
The foul foetid beldame, the horrific Acid Witch. 'Til the end of my days, I'm a young Cobain. Gathered here again to embrace the night, to summon spirit and beast, the coven is my family through ties of blood, connecting Heaven and Hell. I see the game, yeah, it's mine for the taking. Never will I spare your feeble life. For the ones left behind. The ominous "They", lost and ridden with grief, returning to obtain serenity. Yeah can't get enough this. So what that mean for me is that they signed off. Townsfolk castigate you, say your hair is far too long. I was off-track, bounced back, now I'm all in. Makes your flesh decay. Speaking in tongues and rolling their eyes.
And my hands are clinched. Maybe I should give them a taste. And hung Him there in shame. Wasn't it worth it to fry?