Quick Quick call the reaper Manifestations of all your demons That won't set you free Materialistic things don't mean a thing You wanted brothers Well you got outlaws Why do you call yourself a church Why do you call yourself a ministry Stop using that crutch Take off your mask of mystery They deserve the truth Your playing a dangerous game You long All because you long for fame Not giving glory for what has been given Rather ignore instead of listen But your to late Forget this now or face your fate We are not alone You do this to break your silence After all you tried to keep it quiet What you said in the dark Shall be said in the light And what you say in private rooms Shall be shouted on rooftops Lets go Why do call yourself a church