Ark - Christophony lyrics

Hello, my name's Christophany I'm here to start the lift off; we Are primed with epistemology That's tonally probably inaudibly flawless: We got this He's God this However often He thoughtfully Splits the sea, theophany We can't plea for anomaly And wait to see theology; That's why we're trapped in cacophony It's spirituality's sodomy Meritocracy's falsity You probably learned in homily… Hah We cautiously solemnly Loftily doggedly Teed our balls up to shoot... For philosophy? No It's dawned on me religiosity's Hypocrisy with no Fathering It's mediocrity No apology Structure replaces unity Ruefully fleeing community While God is there inside of me? We got to start thinking vertically! What do I mean? Let me set the scene: You're Hercules Lawfully laudably Lugging The Frogs, BC To Pharaoh's seat See the comedy Aristophanes? The twelve plagues ain't Greek mythology no more They're history's ministry prophesy Instead of brutality, it's making the blind see It's curing encephalopathy: Our job ain't to haulage college knowledge About Saul of Tarsus's homage It's breaking from bondage It's abolishing your fallage No more Socrates mythologies; Sophistry, that's blasphemy; Apostasy; awfully honestly Wrongfully agony To think we have no authority… If your priority's theology Not Christ the King You'll trip up on theogony Like majority's progeny; Dorothy Leaving Kansas without warranty In a sorority that' gossiping Instead of honestly happily Sapping out paucity Faultlessly solving colony's dishonesty… Like a family with a deity Instead of philosophy's bureaucracy; A democracy of solitary aristocracy Until you see His monarchy You'll live and breathe But die in the sea Because when oceans rise, your theology And theocracy can't set you free Resurrection That's your fee And it's paid already And prayed up Stayed up All night in Gethsemane All white for the wedding All right like it's Redding And tight with the Son setting Our sins down in the grave Where they belong and sing the song Of the brave That goes; “I am Christophany.” Like Sampson's swift psalmistry In this tree of knowledge where even Goliath sees He owes God an apology That's enough ontology I'll ever need Because Jesus Christ wasn't etymology Afraid of immorality Saucily tossing rocks at society Obsessed with dishonesty, no He was an abnormality Irrationally ravishing partiality Incautiously cautioning auctioning of Doctrines proctoring inequality His spirituality romantically liberates musicality; Opacity in intimacy, instead of the Pharisee's “berates…” His hate is loving emphatically Don't be a Pharisee: (Cut: mortality's lethality There's no vitality in normality's neutrality mentality in this sodality The externality of neutrality is ban*lity, yeah, you see) Practicality's not Christianity Systematically's not Christ I mean, immortality's not the dream And mere thinking's not the way to get there It's got to be more than a set of beliefs, yo Than theatrically rationing conditional clemency, no; Conformity's deformity's informally boring A holy moly hole in the horrible enormity of uniformity; minority's not a gourmet tea But, radically drastically waying fallacies from baptistries is Agony when Sadducees' prophecies say your sanctity's apostasy… If Christ didn't set us free Who are we? Jesus finished us on the tree Sin's got no residency, at least for me Because freedom is a part of me Yeah… I am a Christophany; The expressed image of Christianity The Prodigal Son, blind to see Calamity made capacity Brutality to liberty Ephemerality to immortality; A new mentality of sanity that's validly vanity About a slave become son About someone given a shot And you're behind the gun Pull the trigger. Pop Don't get caught up in scholarly panoply of poverty, properly somber malarkey; Of scrutiny, a mutiny against Newton's seed that said things go up Don't buy the lunacy of disunity that's usefully fluent in crudity from demonic promiscuity that looks less like bestiality and more like bibliomancy The idea that immunity stupidly's nudity's eulogy fruitless to euphony truthfully truant of trinity: Reputably wrong Professors and theologians can preach but Take a seat watch the fete's feet's feats teach A humblebee bumblebee dumb old beat humility; Acuity inexcusably ceases opportunely In tune with Fibonacci: Like numbers an infinite simile Abysmally It's all about proximity Near to virginity; We're made clean I mean, please don't deny this scheme; Like Marley's three birds you can gawk at a hawk from a walk away Call it a sock and pray, but it's all talk, and until the day You see for yourself the flock you're mocking and shocking; I'd be careful, bae You might be playing the croc. The monster of lark The man in the dark Feat on the lark and breathe in before d**h do you part All the “heathens” in the heart that you stabbed Sounds like a bad idea to me How about instead of wasting time spewing hate at other Christians, much more your missions You go make something of yourself; Gimme some distance You're on a mission Please would you listen Christ ain't a fiction Why don't you glisten With love in the place of being anger, reactive Self-righteousness really isn't attractive I can't explain the vain ban*lity, lethality Fatality of dismally formally ignoring the Supremacy of God, and lazily calling the will of God mendacity; What if we shook hands with “I am Love, I am Good,” And ran with it, instead of trying to build walls of cities In fashions and factions and He never intended? What if we decided Jesus is the only thing worth knowing and we stopped lying to ourselves that we know anything else? Christianity's not philosophy or religiosity it's Christophany: We're the demonstration, the explanation to the nations That hate and fate's duration's cessation's His dictation Our donation is our Foundation of Salvation Stop worrying about liturgies Start following the Prince of Peace; The King of Kings Because you are a Christophany