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Lyrics
[Intro]
Coins on the stone, dust in the air
A holy place, but the merchants were there
[Verse 1]
He walked through the gate and the courtyard was loud
Goats in the corner, deals in the crowd
Tables of silver, cages in a row
Prayer got buried under profit and show
He saw every bargain, every crooked exchange
A house meant for healing turned cold and strange
No throne, no army, no banner unfurled
Just fire in His eyes for the weight of the world
[Pre-Chorus]
You made a market where the broken should pray
So watch what happens when the truth enters the space
[Chorus]
Flip the tables, let the coins fall down
Drive out the greed from the sacred ground
No more buying what mercy gives free
You turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves
Flip the tables, hear the whole room shake
Righteous anger for the people’s sake
When the holy gets sold for a name and a fee
The King stands up—make room for peace
[Verse 2]
Doves took flight when the cords came loose
Every false little throne had to face the truth
He would not bless what was built on the poor
Would not let a price tag hang on the door
The leaders watched with their hands held tight
But the children cried praise in the afternoon light
The blind found a path, the hurting drew near
While pride lost its grip in the presence of fear
[Pre-Chorus]
You made a market where the broken should pray
So watch what happens when the truth enters the space
[Chorus]
Flip the tables, let the coins fall down
Drive out the greed from the sacred ground
No more buying what mercy gives free
You turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves
Flip the tables, hear the whole room shake
Righteous anger for the people’s sake
When the holy gets sold for a name and a fee
The King stands up—make room for peace
[Bridge]
Not rage for rage, not power for pride
A cleansing fire with the poor inside
If your hands built walls around grace
Truth will tear every wall from its place
[Final Chorus]
Flip the tables, let the coins fall down
Drive out the greed from the sacred ground
No more buying what mercy gives free
You turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves
Flip the tables, hear the whole room shake
Righteous anger for the people’s sake
When the holy gets sold for a name and a fee
The King stands up—make room for peace
[Outro]
Coins on the stone, silence in the air
A house for the Father, open to prayer
Details
GeneratedSep 1, 2026
Duration3:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
Male cinematic trap with a grim, authoritative delivery; sparse minor-key piano and low brass drones over booming 808 sub-bass, clipped hi-hats, punchy snare, and tense orchestral impacts. Start restrained and ominous, build through the verses, then hit a massive chant-like chorus with doubled ad-libs. Use dramatic pauses, gritty close-miked vocals, controlled distortion, and a wide modern mix with hard low-end and clear vocal focus.
Credits
Prompt byChildLikeFaith
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
When Jesus flipped the tables in the Bible., male trap
