[Verse 1 - Male] Well, look who opened the arcade door, Snake Poem Reader says, "Come explore." Little bird flying through Washington pipes, Government gaming on a Friday night. That's cute, brother, that's real sweet, But you don't know who you're fixing to meet. You called 'em lazy. Called 'em bums. Thirty years with their thumbs going numb. Maps memorized. Back roads learned. Every hidden doorway, every corner turned. You thought they wasted half their lives— Baby, tell 'em what they learned inside. [Chorus - Female] They know the back roads of the grid, Every little place somebody hid. Over the mountain, under the bridge, My gaming brothers gonna search that grid. You wanted players? Here they come! But they ain't looking for number one. Follow Jesus, cast that net— There are lost ones we ain't found yet! [Post-Chorus - Both] IN AND OUT! LEFT AND RIGHT! SEARCH THAT MAP ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT! [Verse 2 - Male] Somebody sitting behind a screen, Never gets picked for anybody's team. World walked past him, system said "next," Just another username, just another text. Hold up. That's a man right there. That's somebody Christ came looking for. So forget your leaderboard, forget your score, Brother found somebody behind that door. No algorithm died for him. No machine can make him whole. We're just using roads you built TO GO FISHING FOR A SOUL. [Chorus - Female] They know the back roads of the grid, Every little place somebody hid. Over the mountain, under the bridge, My gaming brothers gonna search that grid. You wanted players? Here they come! But they ain't looking for number one. Follow Jesus, cast that net— There are lost ones we ain't found yet! [Bridge - Female] You called them foolish. [Male] God chooses foolish things. [Female] You called them nothing. [Male] Wait till you see what He brings. [Female] You called them strange. [Male] They already know that road. [Both] THINGS WHICH ARE DESPISED HATH GOD CHOSEN! LET'S GO! [Instrumental] [Verse 3 - Male] Now Snake Poem Reader, thanks for the game. But we've got business in another Name. You lift your snake, we'll lift the Son. You built the arcade— HERE WE COME. No fear of man. No flesh our king. Jesus Christ is everything. Every basement, every stream, every server, every screen— If there's one sheep way out there, the Shepherd knows exactly where. [Final Chorus - Female + Male Answers] They know the back roads of the grid! [Male] WE'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE! Every little place somebody hid! [Male] CHECK ANOTHER DOOR! Over the mountain, under the bridge, [Both] FISHERS OF MEN ALL THROUGH THE GRID! You wanted players? Here they come! [Male] WE AIN'T PLAYING FOR NUMBER ONE! Follow Jesus, cast that net— [Both] THERE ARE LOST ONES WE AIN'T FOUND YET! [Break - Male] Every game I ever played just gave me one more round. Another map. Another level. Another crown. Beat the boss— then start again. New game. New score. New skin. But brothers— THIS ONE HAS AN END. [Female] No leaderboard. [Male] No high score. [Female] No player standing above the Lord. [Male] No trophy case. [Female] No boasting left. [Both] EVERY CROWN AT JESUS' FEET. [Finale - Both] GAME OVER. THE LOST ARE HOME. GAME OVER. BEFORE THE THRONE. The kingdoms fell. The race was run. The battle's over. Christ has won. And every crown we ever received— CAST IT DOWN. CAST IT DOWN. CAST IT DOWN AT JESUS' FEET. [Female] "Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power" [Male] No man gets the glory. [Female] No player keeps the crown. [Both] THE KING IS ON THE THRONE. [Outro] You built the arcade. We went fishing. We searched the back roads. We found our brothers. And when the final screen goes dark— there is no respawn. There is a throne. There is a King. And the crowns are coming off. [Both] JESUS IS THE LORD.
