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Lyrics
Verse 1
D2 statue in my windshield, iron boots on clay
Rome in purple, DC marble, watching babies burn all day
Crowley whispers from the penny, “In this god you trust,” they say
But my dog named Zeke dragged Darwin to Ezekiel anyway
Pre‑chorus
Thirty‑three years in the DJ lights, B‑666 in my brain
X‑Files, UFOs, prosperity lies, almost blew out my own flame
Till the Book took flight in red and white, wrapped that idol in a frame
Now I’m walking ten toes, ten fingers, by one Name
Chorus
I’m not a monkey, I’m living clay,
Yahweh’s breath in this bag of blood, not Rome’s decay
Iron apple on my ankle, AI tongue in my face,
But the Sword in His chest cuts a vertical space
Red‑white‑blue up the middle of time,
From Adam’s dust to the last bell’s chime
When the Rock hits the feet and the statues all fall,
Only Jesus and His Word will be standing at all.
Verse 2
Heart on the left in a fallen cage, twelve ribs, one Judas inside
Tabernacle flat on my back, no priest, no pope to hide
Family goats in Sunday suits, drinking Crowley with their pride
But the Shepherd found one freaked‑out sheep with Zeke at his side
Bridge
WWI, WWII, nine‑one‑one in smoke,
AC wires humming, Covid cloak
Pascal, Einstein, counting stars,
While the iron men build their Babel cars
Eiffel foot or DC dome,
Every empire calls itself “home”
But the Father’s feet on a footstool stone
Say, “This earth is Mine alone.”
Details
GeneratedJan 27, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Epic acoustic Guitar, with ambient upbeat rhythms, outlaw country male deep bass singer
Credits
Prompt by
IndieJam323
IndieJam323ModelAria v5
