C.O.A.B. (Christ On A Bike)

[Verse 1]
There’s several different devils
Some being money and circumstance
Circumvent the former for lack of
A better purpose and
Notice who all searching for purpose
Ain’t worth the work put in
Certainly the servants at service
Don’t have to show and tell
Know what sells…
The categories gory and hopeless hell
Not to self that there ain’t for me
Boring to no avail
Show and tell
Don’t wool pull over of cloak yourself
Know yoursеlf
Intentions clear as moat or open wеll
We went from atoms to Adam
Half of em couldn’t fathom
Problems we’ve all had em
Don’t believe me ask em
Now that we taking action
Half of em can’t stand it
Fact is we still standing
That right there’s the magic

[Chorus]
They’ve denied trying to keep us
From what we wasn’t seeing
But they ain’t know our secret
We the gods they out here seeking