Verse 1 God’s love and beauty’s all around you, Stars above and the fields He found you. From the rolling hills to the mountain crown, You cursed His name while you tore it down. You paved the streams, turned green to gray, Smog in your lungs, now you cry, “No way.” “If God cared, this air’d be clean,” you spit, But you lit the match, now you choke on it. Pre-Chorus You burned the garden for a parking lot, Then blame the Maker for the hell you got. You sold your soul for a neon throne, Then scream at heaven you’re all alone. Chorus Hit your knees instead of raising fists, You begged for choice, now you’re drowning in the midst. You burned the paradise He gave for free, Then curse His name for what you chose to be. From the unborn cries to the poisoned ground, You ask, “Where’s God?” while you cut Him out the sound. All this blood on the hands that plead, Still, He listens—but you just bleed. Verse 2 He gave you family, gave you home, You tore it apart just to die alone. Signed the papers, broke the ring, Then say, “If God cared, He’d fix everything.” You call it freedom when the children die, Then blame the sky for the lullaby. You want the crown with a devil’s deal, Then cry to the cross when the pain gets real. Pre-Chorus 2 You worship screens and the kings of greed, Fake little gods that watch you bleed. Rothschild money and the banker’s throne, Owning land, air, water you never sold. But the dirt, the sky, the thunder’s roar, Was never theirs, it was ours before. Children of God with a birthright flame, You traded it cheap, then curse His name. Chorus Hit your knees instead of raising fists, You begged for choice, now you’re drowning in the midst. You burned the paradise He gave for free, Then curse His name for what you chose to be. From the unborn cries to the poisoned ground, You ask, “Where’s God?” while you cut Him out the sound. All this blood on the hands that plead, Still, He listens—but you just bleed. Breakdown (Half-rapped / Screamed) You tore down the hills, paved over the streams, Now you choke on the smoke of your broken dreams. You said, “We want choice!”—He said, “Alright.” Now you howl at the sky ‘cause you chose this fight. Watch devils at play while your idols shine, Bow to your phones and your bottom line. Pray for answers, call it “saving the Earth,” Then scream that the cure is the source of the hurt. New gifts fall into corrupt hands, Holding back heaven from the starving lands. Paradise waits while the rich inflate, But the unborn heirs never signed that fate. Final Chorus (Bigger, shouted gang vocals) Hit your knees, take back your claim, Thank your God instead of spitting His name. Seize back the land, the water, the air, They were never for sale to the kings of despair. Hit your knees, let the proud gods fall, We’re the children of the One who owns it all. All advancement, every spark, every light, Belongs to His kids—time to stand and fight. Outro (Spoken over fading riff) Maybe stop whining at the sky above, And start with surrender, truth, and love. Hit your knees, let the lies all burn— Paradise lost… or paradise returned.
