Clothes don’t define they say but--it can symbolize,

Portraits a--certain state of mind that says that--we can be bought

And the business is hungry—their goals are our money

An Evil face is not afraid to conquer thou art.

We stand here tonight to preach our beginning

A war that we’re winning,--against silent delight

And it’s scary to think, that you saw it begin,

Like a molten earth without no moon—no water, no wind.

Music defines our heart, a beat that end’s but, had a start when

Mama’s heart quickly softened after our birth,

And we grew to be hungry, our goal isn’t money

And a Godly hand not afraid to strengthen thou art

We stand here tonight to preach our beginning

A peace that we’re weaving,--against the silent plight

And it’s scary to think, that you saw it begin,

Like a molten earth without no moon—no water, no wind.