[Balanced Levels – Wide Dynamic Range, Clean Entry

[Balanced Levels – Wide Dynamic Range, Clean Entry → Relentless Build → Epic Reckoning] [One Primary Vocalist Only: Caucasian Baritone Male Voice Epic Soul Gospel Rock with Grit and Country Flare Delivery: Calm Conviction → Smoldering Anger → Defiant Authority Energy: Controlled → Driving → Explosive] [Instrumental Intro – Clean Gospel Entry Sparse Organ or Piano, Airy Pads, Subtle Choir] [Hook – Gospel Protest Chant | Low Crowd] It wouldn't shock me if the Lord himself didn't think this world was real, where we preach the good word in his name just to practice evil [Instrumental Lift – Bass Enters, Drums Thicken] [Verse – Country Soul Gospel Rock] They say it's in his name that your mind must be tamed, for the spirit of wonder leads down a path of wrong ways And the thoughts you may have may be worthy of shame Ten thousand questions and few reasons why, the answers keep changing so why waste your time Fear and confusion, misplaced love and rage, won't you stop searching for a better way What will you do if you screw it all up, what if this all is just another mistake How will you ever recover from losing face [Instrumental Break – Short, Tense] [Hook – Gospel Protest Chant | Growing Crowd] It wouldn't shock me if the Lord himself didn't think this world was real, where we preach the good word in his name just to practice evil [Instrumental Lift – Choir Audible] [Verse – Grit Gospel Rock Sermon] I know you were told you'll be judged in the end, and to weigh another's soul is a sin of man But if it's all the same I think I'll judge you right now, every now and then, and if all goes as planned I'll spend my days judging every person I can See, for you it's a practice and for me it's a call You may have faith but I have the Lord and I know him best, didn't you know I alone decide who stands deserving of their place in good grace [Instrumental Break – Pressure Build, Dissonant Organ] [Hook – Protest Chant | Peak] It wouldn't shock me if the Lord himself didn't think this world was real, where we preach the good word in his name just to practice evil [Instrumental Bridge – Cathedral Collapse Tribal Percussion, Dominant Choir] [Verse – Final Indictment] And you will bear the consequences of causing others pain, or if you had a bad day in the wrong time and place Unless, of course, you're a rich man's son, the senator, the father of a fraternal brother The words are written, beholding all to the same, but those who write the rules watch from glass boxes, they don't play games They just declare a winner and put bets on all ways We'll rip each other apart just to get a taste of something sweet that they already ate Yet somehow still you and I are the ones that paid Please, someone do tell is the problem truly me If what we're doing makes sense then I don't have a clue who the hell I'm supposed to be [Final Hook – Protest Chant | Last Blow] It wouldn't shock me if the Lord himself didn't think this world was real, where we preach the good word in his name just to practice evil [Instrumental Outro – Quiet After the Fire]