Texty: The Chariot. And Shot Each Other.

Embrace Reaction. We ain't God, but here he comes.
Destiny is real and she comes with a smile, passing by your grave
Reach the plague. Black plague.
In this city that never speaks and wakes up swinging, We will paint the rivers red.
It's fate because they sing the same songs and they just keep singing.
But up above every storm is the day.
Shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands.
How happy is every child of grace. Who feels his sins forgiven.
This world. He cries, it not my place. I seek a place in heaven.
A country far from mortal site, yet oh, by faith is see!
The land of rest, the saints' delight, a heaven prepared for me.
Oh, what a blessed hope is ours while here on earth we stay.
We more than taste the heavenly powers and antedate that day.
We feel the resurrection near.
Out life in Christ concealed, and its with he glorious presence here our earthen vessels filled

(Thanks to nick & Josh for these lyrics)