I'd go to church
But that's not where the believers are
The believers aren't in church
That's where the pretenders are
They act close to God
But they're the ones who will inherit the hellfire
They use two hours on Sunday
To ignore the fact that one day
They'll burn
They put money in the coffers
Just to act like their offers
Could turn
The face of the most high towards them
But he will ignore them
Because they've ignored the lambs
Given to them to feed
The place of the most high's not for them
They'll die by the sword then
Because they've persecuted the true saints
In word and in deed
I went to search
For where the true believers are
The believers aren't in church
Because the rapture came and went before
Some act close to God
Without realizing they've been left behind forever
They use two hours on Sunday
To ignore the fact that one day
They'll burn
They put money in the coffers
Just to act like their offers
Could turn
The face of the most high towards them
But he will ignore them
Because they've ignored the lambs
Given to them to feed
The place of the most high's not for them
They'll die by the sword then
Because they've persecuted the true saints
In word and in deed
But someday all the tears will be wiped away
And we won't remember their names
As they burn in the flames
Daṇḍin - I'd Go to Church (feat. Meno & Mosso) Lyrics
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I'd go to church
But that's not where the believers are
The believers aren't in church
That's where the pretenders are
They act close to God
But they're the ones who will inherit the hellfire
They use two hours on Sunday
To ignore the fact that one day
They'll burn
They put money in the coffers
Just to act like their offers
Could turn
The face of the most high towards them
But he will ignore them
Because they've ignored the lambs
Given to them to feed
The place of the most high's not for them
They'll die by the sword then
Because they've persecuted the true saints
In word and in deed
I went to search
For where the true believers are
The believers aren't in church
Because the rapture came and went before
Some act close to God
Without realizing they've been left behind forever
They use two hours on Sunday
To ignore the fact that one day
They'll burn
They put money in the coffers
Just to act like their offers
Could turn
The face of the most high towards them
But he will ignore them
Because they've ignored the lambs
Given to them to feed
The place of the most high's not for them
They'll die by the sword then
Because they've persecuted the true saints
In word and in deed
But someday all the tears will be wiped away
And we won't remember their names
As they burn in the flames
But that's not where the believers are
The believers aren't in church
That's where the pretenders are
They act close to God
But they're the ones who will inherit the hellfire
They use two hours on Sunday
To ignore the fact that one day
They'll burn
They put money in the coffers
Just to act like their offers
Could turn
The face of the most high towards them
But he will ignore them
Because they've ignored the lambs
Given to them to feed
The place of the most high's not for them
They'll die by the sword then
Because they've persecuted the true saints
In word and in deed
I went to search
For where the true believers are
The believers aren't in church
Because the rapture came and went before
Some act close to God
Without realizing they've been left behind forever
They use two hours on Sunday
To ignore the fact that one day
They'll burn
They put money in the coffers
Just to act like their offers
Could turn
The face of the most high towards them
But he will ignore them
Because they've ignored the lambs
Given to them to feed
The place of the most high's not for them
They'll die by the sword then
Because they've persecuted the true saints
In word and in deed
But someday all the tears will be wiped away
And we won't remember their names
As they burn in the flames
Writer: Daniel Dinkelman
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