This city we've built will crush us all
Lest our backs be against it, it's bound to fall
And I am he with the cardboard sign
Whose doomsday warnings have all been denied
Have we forgotten what we are are protecting?
The in looks like the out and its lost its purpose for erecting
Am I alone among the blind who see
This city is not what we built it to be
We call it denomination, He calls it division
When will we see God has made His decision?
To the outskirts of town outsiders are thrown
While the darkness in our alleyways steadily groans
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