You can hate me, you can rate me but you'll never break me...
I won't fight you or even bite you but my Lion, He may fright'n you-

So you keep spittin that venom and dishin that hate...
Cos you know that a difference it ain't gonna make...
See I've read the whole story, the end of the book...
And all of yours burns, everythings gonn be took-

I ain't afraid of you snake and He's told me your game...
This fake world of yours on my soul has no claim...
So I will not be threatened, slowed down or be bought...
Cos my King won my heart on the day that He fought-

So bring all your worst and pile up the pain...
Stack up the sadness and heap up the shame...
Cos My God is the fire and your craft is the wood...
So the evil you give, He will turn it for good †


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