Guilty Pleasures

This is a dying world
Filled with a dying breed
Every choice, guilty pleasure
My heart to find the need
We come with tongues like fire
To heal a broken land
We bow a generation devoted to no man

Bow to your knees
We are no disease
Bow to your knees!

My God, my God these nails are leaving scars
I'd tear down the sky but just to find your heart
I'm so afraid of what my hearts become
I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded gun

Leaders will fall, leaders will rise
We won't take their compromise
Every choice guilty pleasure
I'm crying out on my knees
We come with tongues like fire
To heal this broken lan
We bow a generation
Devoted to no man

My flesh is weak
But my spirit is strong!

These knees will bow to no man