Tired of the Liar

(Intro: Fast, driving bass line, then high-gain guitar riff kicks in)

(Verse 1)
The mirror lies, the clock is running down
Chasing shadows in this selfish town
I'm tired of the liar in my own head
Consuming time on things I should have bled
This sin, this chain, it clings to my own name
I'm throwing dirt on yesterday's dead flame
The enemy's voice, it's a cracked-out sound
But that twisted echo won't break new ground!

(Chorus)
I'M WORN OUT, BUSTED, FREE FROM THE NEED!
A FALSE GOD OF SELF, IS A ROTTEN SEED!
NO STATUS, NO POSITION, NO CONTROLLING HAND
WE'RE THE ONES CALLED TO SHOCK THIS LAND!
(High, sharp guitar riff)
ACTIVATE THE CHURCH, OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF STONE
THE BATTLEFIELD IS WAITING, WE'RE NOT ALONE!

(Verse 2)
They preach the Sunday service, then they shut the door
Afraid of the real fight, demanding something more
Give me the gift, the fire, the truth to speak!
To call out the fakers and the strong, the weak!
I need to encourage, affirm, and build them up
But my own words, they're empty, I can't fill their cup
My instructions fall on deaf ears at my own gate
So show me Your way, before it's too late!

(Chorus)
I'M WORN OUT, BUSTED, FREE FROM THE NEED!
A FALSE GOD OF SELF, IS A ROTTEN SEED!
NO STATUS, NO POSITION, NO CONTROLLING HAND
WE'RE THE ONES CALLED TO SHOCK THIS LAND!
(High, sharp guitar riff)
ACTIVATE THE CHURCH, OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF STONE
THE BATTLEFIELD IS WAITING, WE'RE NOT ALONE!

(Bridge)
Gotta look different, gotta act with a sting
Unshakeable joy is the flag we will bring
In the marketplaces, the alleys, and the street
We gotta love the unlovely, accept the defeat
Care for the widow, the sick, the poor, the aged
Love the neighbor in a way that's totally enraged—
With a love they don't understand, a radical core
I'm not built for this, but I'm begging for more!

(Guitar Solo: Fast, melodic, and chaotic with a constantly driving bass rhythm underneath)

(Chorus)
I'M WORN OUT, BUSTED, FREE FROM THE NEED!
A FALSE GOD OF SELF, IS A ROTTEN SEED!
NO STATUS, NO POSITION, NO CONTROLLING HAND
WE'RE THE ONES CALLED TO SHOCK THIS LAND!
(High, sharp guitar riff)
ACTIVATE THE CHURCH, OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF STONE
THE BATTLEFIELD IS WAITING, WE'RE NOT ALONE!

(Outro)
Love like He did! Love like He did!
(Repeated, fading with frantic guitar feedback and a final crushing bass drop)
Amen.
(Silence)

Punk rock