Reason کے بول

I must confess there is a pain From the bottom of my soul Pushing its way to the heart of the matter It may seem to be hate But my heart says otherwise We haven’t come this far to fall back down The voice of reason has spoken to me Past the whims of the fallen, the death and destruction We must rise above the world Stomp out the pain, become victorious We are victorious, we are victorious Let your mind cling to me, and your heart guard my eyes Let your mind cling to me (cling to me) Let your heart guard my eyes Take this away, far from me (far from me) Let your heart guard my eyes Does not wisdom call, to you O men I shout? Listen for I will speak noble things And the opening of my lips will reveal your righteousness You fool; your mouth is your ruin And your lips the snare of your soul For you talk so proud, now watch our God tear your kingdom down Your mouth is your ruin, your lips the snare of your soul You talk so proud, now watch as I tear your kingdom down Let your mind cling to me (cling to me) Let your heart guard my eyes Take this away, far from me (far from me) Let your heart guard my eyes