Song Lyrics

Somewhere along the line you must have missed the point,
This is not about you.
You twist the words of The Gospel to glorify yourself,
But this is not about you!

Take the spotlight off the things that you've done
And realize he did what you never could.
He carries the weight that you could never hold
And even if you had the chance you never would.

Hypocrite!
You think you're superior?
Hypocrite!
Do you really think belittling is the cure?

You walk around with your head held high (your head held high)
As if you're not the one that's living a lie (you're living a lie!)
What makes you think that you'll change their minds?
They'll never see the light
If all you preach is hate from a mountain top that you couldn't climb.

Say what you want, but behind closed doors
You fight the same demons as everyone else.
Say what you will, but you look like a fool
To the rest of the world that knows that no one's perfect.

You live a lie! Modern day Pharisees.
Open up your eyes! You never practice what you preach.
You live a lie! Modern day Pharisees.
Open up your eyes! You never practice what you preach.

Who gave you the right?

You walk around with your head held high (with your head held high)
As if you're not the one that's living a lie (you're living a lie!)
What makes you think that you'll change their minds?
They'll never see the light
If all you preach is hate from a mountain top that you couldn't climb.

The next time you feel the right to preach
About Commandments that you know you do not keep,
Realize that it was Grace that saved you
And do us all a favor, keep your self-righteous mouth shut!
Keep your mouth shut!

Keep your self-righteous mouth shut!

Grace! Grace! Grace! Grace!
We are all at the mercy of
Grace! Grace! Grace! Grace!
You are no different than the rest of us.

You walk around with your head held high (with your head held high)
As if you're not the one that's living a lie (you're living a lie!)
What makes you think that you'll change their minds?
They'll never see the light
If all you preach is hate from a mountain top that you couldn't climb.

From a mountain top that you couldn't climb.
From a mountain top that you can never climb.

Kellen Mcgregor, Matthew Mullins