Toxic

[Verse 1: Chris Llewellyn] Here in the belly of the beast We been making dirty deals We been living underneath The bright lights of Babylon Oh, how it shimmers how it shines With the sheen of compromise Been soaking in the lies And Rome starts to feel like home Starts to feel like home [Chorus: Chris Llewellyn] Are we all toxic Are we a kingdom or a wasteland Are we the balm of Gilead Or a poison to the world Are we all toxic Are we the cure or the infection Are we the hands and feet of Christ Or are we devils in disguise I can’t tell [Verse 2: Chris Llewellyn] I won’t be bought, I won’t comply I won’t serve a dollar sign Won’t conform to your desires Or bow down beneath a flag No, I won’t kneel and kiss the ring I’m no gear in this machine I’m no part of this regime Caesar is not my Lord I’ve only got one Lord [Chorus: Chris Llewellyn] Are we all toxic Are we a kingdom or a wasteland Are we the balm of Gilead Or a poison to the world Are we all toxic Are we the cure or the infection Are we the hands and feet of Christ Or are we devils in disguise [Bridge: Chris Llewellyn] (I can’t tell) If we’re helping or we’re hurting (I can’t tell) If we’re the problem or solution (I can’t tell) If we’re the saviours or if we need saving (I can’t tell) If we’re the healers or the broken (I can’t tell) If we’re a system of oppression (I can’t tell) If we’re the heroes or if we’re the villains [Verse 3: Propaganda] I don’t know what God you claimin’ We say the same things though Apparently, invariably, it’s clear that something changed I see us under the steeple, homie people, it’s just people But you must admit, we must consent that all ideas ain’t equal And if we fruit of the spirit, then our soil must be toxic ‘Cause every single topic causes us to launch rockets I’m wonderin’ who sufferin’ and profitin’ from all this How you fight Babylon when you become just like it Weak devour, seeking power, weaponize, utilize, brutalize, feudalize And who decides who is right, inspect the specks in other’s eyes, yellin’ over hurting cries You worried about who’s worthy of your precious time That’s ridiculous, God gotta be sick of this Somebody gettin’ rich for this Lesson, I think we missed it I thought the goal was exodus Body and soul, preciousness I thought the whole session was on earth, like heaven [Outro: Chris Llewellyn] Are we all toxic Are we a kingdom or a wasteland Are we the balm of Gilead Or a poison to the world I can't tell