Toxic

[Verse 1: Chris Llewellyn]
Here in the belly of the beast
We been making dirty deals
We been living underneath
The bright lights of Babylon
Oh, how it shimmers how it shines
With the sheen of compromise
Been soaking in the lies
And Rome starts to feel like home
Starts to feel like home

[Chorus: Chris Llewellyn]
Are we all toxic
Are we a kingdom or a wasteland
Are we the balm of Gilead
Or a poison to the world
Are we all toxic
Are we the cure or the infection
Are we the hands and feet of Christ
Or are we devils in disguise
I can’t tell

[Verse 2: Chris Llewellyn]
I won’t be bought, I won’t comply
I won’t serve a dollar sign
Won’t conform to your desires
Or bow down beneath a flag
No, I won’t kneel and kiss the ring
I’m no gear in this machine
I’m no part of this regime
Caesar is not my Lord
I’ve only got one Lord

[Chorus: Chris Llewellyn]
Are we all toxic
Are we a kingdom or a wasteland
Are we the balm of Gilead
Or a poison to the world
Are we all toxic
Are we the cure or the infection
Are we the hands and feet of Christ
Or are we devils in disguise

[Bridge: Chris Llewellyn]
(I can’t tell) If we’re helping or we’re hurting
(I can’t tell) If we’re the problem or solution
(I can’t tell) If we’re the saviours or if we need saving
(I can’t tell) If we’re the healers or the broken
(I can’t tell) If we’re a system of oppression
(I can’t tell) If we’re the heroes or if we’re the villains

[Verse 3: Propaganda]
I don’t know what God you claimin’
We say the same things though
Apparently, invariably, it’s clear that something changed
I see us under the steeple, homie people, it’s just people
But you must admit, we must consent that all ideas ain’t equal
And if we fruit of the spirit, then our soil must be toxic
‘Cause every single topic causes us to launch rockets
I’m wonderin’ who sufferin’ and profitin’ from all this
How you fight Babylon when you become just like it
Weak devour, seeking power, weaponize, utilize, brutalize, feudalize
And who decides who is right, inspect the specks in other’s eyes, yellin’ over hurting cries
You worried about who’s worthy of your precious time
That’s ridiculous, God gotta be sick of this
Somebody gettin’ rich for this
Listen, I think we missed it
I thought the goal was exodus
Body and soul, preciousness
I thought the whole session was on earth, like heaven

[Outro: Chris Llewellyn]
Are we all toxic
Are we a kingdom or a wasteland
Are we the balm of Gilead
Or a poison to the world
I can't tell