Absolute Territory - qvtvna

I find myself in uncharted territory Never felt so lost, never felt so lonely Where are You, Lord? I'm so afraid, I can feel the fear inside me Can't control the chaos all around me Where are You, Lord? How can I sing the Lord's song in a foreign land But how can I forget all You've done for me? Everything You've done, Lord, just to set me free Teach me how to pray, teach me how to praise Even in the darkness, teach me how to sing Your song Your song How can I sing when my heart is broken When every prayer is just a token Where are You, Lord? Sometimes our pain can tell a tragic story Still, I will praise You and give You glory Where are You, Lord? Help me to sing the Lord's song in this foreign land But how can I forget all You've done for me Everything You've done, Lord, just to set me free Teach me how to pray, teach me how to praise Even in the darkness, teach me how to sing Your song Your song Sing Your song Gonna sing Your song How can I forget all You've done for me? You have been so faithful, meeting every need Teach me how to pray, teach me how to praise Even in the darkness, teach me how to sing Your song Gonna sing Your song Gonna sing Your song

We could have had it all Before the wells ran dry Before the cities fell Yet we still think It'll all end well Absolute hope, absolute Hell What's there behind the eyes? Just souls & sulphur Black & cold Strip us to ashes & bone Starving for love, dying alone Watch it suffer Watch it burn Watch it die Dance with the puppetry Hollow silhouettes born of animosity Hung by the rope threaded by the kings Inhuman disaster tearing at the seams Lead us not unto temptation Lead us to the suicide of the fallen nations God of nothing Bring the sheep to the slaughter Absolute hope, absolute Hell Strip us to ashes & bone & So the apathy spread like cancer Dripping through the beams in the towers Staining the souls of the pacifists Still complacent in the final hour Distracted youth A nation of bullshit status Raked through the teeth Of the corporate apparatus We could have had it all Before the cities fell Yet we still think it'll all end well Absolute hope, absolute Hell We could have had it all