(Intro: Haunting solo piano, minor key, slow & weeping)
I sit pacing, waiting, sitting, enraging, angry, fading,
Waiting for the fire to ignite, Christians to rise, take flight,
Take up the cross and fight the good fight.
I seek out Him and hope for sight to see the dead rise,
But yet I cry for lack of sight, not seeing the dead rise.
I sit and cry, cry, cry.
(The Drop: Crushing 808 bass & urgent trap hats hit hard)
Where the oil at? Where the laborers?
Where the obedience at that causes the freedom?
Only oil breaks the chains.
Where the oil at, at, at, at?
(Verse: Keep beat steady, build dark tension)
Sin muffling, putting hands over mouth,
Holy Spirit grieved, can't get His words out.
Sin, sin, sin, all in His Name.
Sin, sin, sin, isn't that why He was slain?
Sin, sin, sin, all in His Name...
(DRAMATIC PAUSE: Total silence, beat cuts out completely)
Sin, sin, sin, ignoring it, refusing to repent,
(Beat slams back in full force, aggressive delivery)
All while serving Baphomet and wolves in sheep's clothing,
Itching ears, dying to hear... dying, dying, dying....
(Climax: Maximum intensity, peak bass)
Where the oil at? Where the oil at?
Only oil breaks chains,
Only believing in Jesus' Name can truly save, save, save.
The Lamb that was slain for you and for me,
Him begging us to see He bled for you and me to be free,
Receiving His love, He gave His Son for you and for me.
All have fallen from grace and only Jesus saves...
(The Valley: Drop all drums. Stripped down to weeping piano. Slow down delivery)
Work is plentiful, laborers are few.
Who clinging to lies? Who willing to stomach the truth?
Who truly repent, allowing the Holy Spirit to come through?
Who truly submit? Who truly are being used?
Used... used... by the Holy Spirit, being definitive, no turning back.
(Slow, heavy heartbeat bass pulse begins)
Where there is want and lack, always leaving hungry, never filled,
The world offers cheap thrills,
Yet like a dog returning to its vomit, are fools chasing their own will,
While Jesus begs them to repent so He can give His love and heal...
(Slowing down further for dramatic emotional effect)
Heal... bleeding hearts, scars, and wars He didn't cause,
Not seeking applause, just doing it because you are His child whom He loves...
Thy will be done, thy will be done isn't a curse but a blessing,
Him wanting to hold you, embracing what He created.
Most misunderstood man in history is the Son of God,
Oh taste and see.... see, see the Lord is good.
(Outro: Slow trap hats return with distant crying choir pads)
Where, oh where are the workers?
So I sit and pray, I cry,
They rapping 'bout worldly riches, so I cry and cry,
This is temporary, only You are eternal....
I cry, cry, cry... lay awake at night,
(Final Fade: Stripped to echoing piano, final lines whispered)
Send Your soldiers, Lord, to fight,
Spread Your light, it's not by might,
Open their eyes, eyes... open their eyes.
(End on unresolved minor chord)
