[Intro]

This song is a tribute

To the families and loved ones of Cassie and Rachel

The two young ladies that were martyred

At the incident at Columbine High School in 1999


[Verse One]

Who would have known that a couple of guys from Columbine

Would come from behind- put guns to the spine

Of some innocent people- the teachers, the students

The feet of the teachers are screeching through rooms

The mood has been set by the fear of the villains

The bombs and the threats are by Eric and Dillon

America's villains- generic you're feeling

It is not- it is the plot for a pair that is chilling

In the glorious heavens, standing for Christ in a crisis

I know that it's rare what I'm feeling

Excitement incited- declaring the Pilgrims'

Faith and their fate I'ma share with my children

Cassie and Rachel, the past of the patrons

That passed through the ages in Africa, Asia

The Master that saved you, the laughter, the hatred

Jesus predicted that the masses would hate you


[Hook]

So, don't think it strange if a change might occur

If it does, are you ready and prepared for the curve

And a turn for the worst- would you fight, would you fall

Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call


[Verse Two]

Frustrated by the snares and the toils, parents annoy you

Truth of the matter is we're arrogant, spoiled

America's soil has soiled us, sort of

And pastors insist on declaring us royal

And it's true that we are but we take it too far

To the point where we break and we take down the bar

And forsake all the parts of The Faith that are hard

To embrace after all we've outsmarted the martyrs

We race up the charts- if you trace it to the start

You will find that the way to escape from the dark

And your wake is to carve off the weight and the heart

Of the truth, until everybody loves you

Jesus said woe to you old and new saints

That hold a view that you can go through The Faith

With nobody loathing you, that's a view

That you only can hold when your home is the states


[Hook]


[Verse Three]

The bones that are picked are the bones that depict

That they combed through their homes with the stones and the sticks

The aromas- a stench- so they rose up against them

At home and at Rome- throwing stones at the Christians

Got a hold of them- gripped them, kicked them, scarred them

Saw them, sawed them- they were thrown in a pit

With the toads and the vermin- I'm rolling the clips

It's urgent the scourges- the groans from the licks

The anger, the stranglers, the hangers, the danger

For all of the Christians that rolled in a clique

Ended up in the teeth of the beast that would feast

On the saints that would preach- they were thrown over cliffs

This is not known to exist in the states

Or the place where the home is just bliss

This song is intense- 'cause it's truth

And I'm trying to convince you that no one's exempt

Yet no one's equipped

Got our phones on our clips

Our focus is both on our loans and our cribs

Our fitness- our business has grown in a pinch

Would you fight would you fall

Would you ball up your fist

Would you falter or march to your grave 'cause you're saved

And your life is in Christ and to die is to gain

Would you die in His name

For the rise of His fame

Despising the shame

'Cause you're promised to reign