The Procussions - Simple Song lyrics

[Mr. J. Medeiros] On the audio canvas stands this man with his hands as a mantis Submerged in the word like Atlantis to plant this seed, we feeding of the Root of David And finally freed from enslavement see this is where the pavement Meets the path and the power principles of purity are unmasked at last our direction is that of the outcast Out lasting temptation like the thirty day fast redeemed from the past renamed in the present I sing to the King Who came as a Peasant offering that pleasant state of humility The light of the world with the strength and the ability to transform norm to extraordinary Making prophets out of prosecutors if necessary and rags to revolution poetry from pollution Felon to family man problem to solution and the solution is clear The revolution is near no more confusing people with fear the constitution appears to make freedom a right But you know its only found in the sun light i say you know its only found in the Son right Hook At a lost for words i heard something in my mind sing (lala..lala..la.la) Without a care in the world i stand firm on a cloud singing (lala..la..la.la.la) waking up at the dawn i had a song in my heart it goes (la..la..la..la.la.la) I found peace in a vision of love and yo it [Rez] Is it deliberate intention to rush to our destruction Is self hate the face that need's not introduction Is what we're fighting for just what we're wring for These notes i write are more just line me behind a metaphor Scripting with a purpose the fire that's burning Yearning to show us the light in times that's uncertain The struggles so fragile being reduced to gravel the built back again A breathe of live refreshing a dead mannequin a new man Begins a new champion claims the win for the team Well versed in the lessons of hurt it's extreme insecurities We have are written right on our sleeve like… Tabs of acid name brands and badges and birth control Give in medicinal patches addiction is fashioned acceptable Actions from sociable addict Living this sickly image in this modern day Rome we murder our own Die by the cell phone and yet we can't can not connect that buying gem stones Does not reflect or make a good home Government judging the world by the way that we live and yet our parents are afraid of our kids Teachers would rather suspend in stead of listen to 'em Lost pursuing this American dream my father giving me a Song to sing to put my mind at ease