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Sunday, January 31, 2016

Bide "Evil Geniuses"

Artist: Bride
Song: Evil Geniuses
CD:This Is It
Genre: Rock
Label: Independent

Evil Geniuses - John 2:14-15 2Cr 10:4 To All my critics the cynics who want me want to go away What keeps me going why don't I quit? I'm not a loser like you a reviewer like you A liar or a hypocrite like you I'm not a frustrated beaten musician like you I would rather be a Has Been than a Never Was The public is funny They love U One minute In the Same breath, they hate your old news Then they beg you to play old school Then they want it back like it was ... what to do? Like before, they get bored; keep score, your ignored, strike a chord The cycle is you reward. Then they hate you again, then they hate you again They buy God they sell God, I'm numb Baby Jesus Love Dolls, Everybody wants one They rob God, create God I'm numb I dropped the BOMB! These are my words That make you burn, that cleanses your soul that wakes the dead The same fire you condemn me in, I've been baptized in, Purged in, matured in, not hurt by, been blessed by, been purified Just because you don't understand me, Don't mean I ain't justified Maybe you have a learning disability I am sanctified You wouldn't come to me when you had a problem with me You took it to the press, like all the rest To the promoters, my manager even my mom, You created a mess If your life is so redundant, so boring so routine, so bland, Uninspired, that you got to invade mine, Get into my affairs, infiltrate my beliefs Get out of me, away from me, Stop terrorizing me Watcha you wanna email me, rail on me, accuse me, cut down on me I give my heart to you; I'm not your therapist You say I'm in sin, you judge me, you stone me I can't help it if you are blind; you act like you own me I preach the same Christ, the same grace, the blood saves, abundantly above all that we ask or think, freely, don't grieve me, Pain me with self righteousness You won't be there to cry with me, You won't be there to bleed with me, You won't be there to rise with me; You won't be there to die with me.

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