(Intro) Yeah... look. You’re staring at the smoke pretending there ain't a fire. Listen... (Verse 1) You walk the city streets and look at how the numbness grows... A generation hyper-focused on the clothes and shows. They treat the ancient warnings like a ghost story told in pre-school, Convinced that staying cynical is somehow making 'em look cool. Where is the promise, man, it’s just a dead thread, That’s what the skeptic says while feeding on the daily dread. They put their security inside a fragile bank account, Ignoring every single indicator of the total count. They’ve turned themselves into the rulers of a dying block... Forgetting that the architecture rests upon a ticking clock. It’s not a fairy tale designed to make a child behave, It’s an absolute description of the path straight to the grave. (Chorus) Lord, they looking at the sky like it’s empty, they say that You’ll never show... Living for the moment in the valley down below. But when the curtain opens and the final trumpet blows, Where will you be standing when the fire takes control? Yeah, where will you be standing when the Lord calls us home... (Verse 2) They write it off as folklore to protect their own identity, Because the truth demands a total shift in their priorities. The modern mind is structured to reject the higher court... Using intellect to cut the spiritual connection short. They buy into the illusion that they’re completely self-sustained, While every moral boundary is getting systematically drained. You think the silence means the Ruler isn't coming back? It's just the patience of the Master keeping mercy on the track. But columns turn to dust and glass empires start to shatter... When everything you accumulated ceases to even matter. The day approaches like a thief when you've forgot to lock the gate, And sudden clarity arrives a second after it’s too late. (Chorus) Lord, they looking at the sky like it’s empty, they say that You’ll never show... Living for the moment in the valley down below. But when the curtain opens and the final trumpet blows, Where will you be standing when the fire takes control? Yeah, where will you be standing when the Lord calls us home... (Bridge) The first seal breaks and the deception takes a massive hold. The second cracks and leaves the human heart completely cold. The third brings a scarcity that money cannot buy or fix... The fourth is absolute, the final number in the mix. You see the symptoms in the culture, see the sickness in the street, But you call it evolution while you look down at your feet. The horses aren't a metaphor designed to make you fear... It’s the friction of a broken world colliding with the seer. (Chorus) Lord, they looking at the sky like it’s empty, they say that You’ll never show... Living for the moment in the valley down below. But when the curtain opens and the final trumpet blows, Where will you be standing when the fire takes control? Yeah, where will you be standing when the Lord calls us home... (Verse 3) So gamble with your oxygen and act like you got infinite time, Justifying every single compromise and casual crime. Say the King is never coming, say the book is just a scam... Until the structure splits and you are face-to-face with the I AM. The revelation hits without a warning or a soft delay, Sweeping every arrogant philosophy and doubt away. Every knee will hit the ground, every rebel will be bowed... When reality descends and rips apart the heavy cloud. No place left to escape to and no shelter left to find, Confronted with the ultimate authority you left behind. A brutal wake-up call to face the modern state... The clock is hitting midnight, decide before it’s too late. (Chorus) Lord, they looking at the sky like it’s empty, they say that You’ll never show... Living for the moment in the valley down below. But when the curtain opens and the final trumpet blows, Where will you be standing when the fire takes control? Yeah, where will you be standing when the Lord calls us home...
