Letras:
In The Midst Of Lions Home

: "But we have a great high priest how is able to sympathize with our weaknesses, who is able to set the captives free. 'I came to rescue my lost sheep

: Walk these streets and hear their cries. They scream of their righteousness. They reek of lies. They call on His name for the masses to see. Claiming

: The heart of man! The hearts of men are easily corrupted, and through these eyes you can see the deceiver's grip on them all--controlling every thought

: What a terrible thing to fall into the hands of a living God. Screaming, "It's not my fault!" But the devil does not fight fair. An evil plague of

: This is war! His citizens are marching into the bowels of the serpent. Godless men are surrendering to the sin in their hearts. Lord please lift us

: This is the root of all evil they say, but it is our master. It is a machine. It is a machine. The gears are turning, controlling every thought in

: Break the chains of this monster holding onto me. Break the chains on my heart. Far too long have I been blinded by his ways. Break the chains on my

home And hope that the Almighty Anchor will hold Was there room in your heart for your weakest of son all along Whistle sirens the blind comin' on No matter how lion

home/And hope that the Almight Anchor will hold/Was there room in yr heart for yr weakest son all along/Whistle sirens the Blind comin' on...No matter how lion