People triumphant the fact that slavery is dead,
but last time I checked it, it just changed clothes instead.
And so casinos, malls, strip clubs, looking like modern day temples,
acting like we’re self-sufficient, so we make ourselves central.

But we’re slaves to things, possessions and screens,
Slave to money, which is why no one lives within their means.
Broken, hopeless, spiritually homeless,
but we keep going on with our lives as if no one seems to notice.

How was that working for you? You’re satisfied bro?
You got joy? How does it feel chasing stuff that’s always a little faster than you?
How come the image you used to stare at years ago, doesn’t even register anymore.
I mean, the biggest lie in the world is I’ll be satisfied if I just have a little more.

So we’re addicted to sex. We’re addicted to power.
We call ourselves men, but really we’re just cowards,
Because the apple looks sweet, but then it turns sour.
How come every time, we buy into an idol, we’re the ones that get devoured?
I mean, you say you’re not a slave, but here is something to chew.
You ever wondered why pictures of naked girls got so much power over you?
It is a question. What if kids acted realistic about what they wanted to be when they grow up?

So at birth they show up and say, hey mom, at age of 11, I want to become a slave.
I want to make porn to my slave master and then die in that grave,
And by 16, I want to be so wrapped up in what others say about me in school
That I’ll do anything, just once they’ll tell me that I’m cool,
And by college, I want to worship at the alter of sex,
Not care about treating a girl right, just caring about what girl is next.

And then, I’ll graduate, get married and get a job and start to save,
Treat my job like my wife and treat my wife like my slave,
And then have some pretty trophy kids and live in pretty trophy bliss,
But make sure my kids know that if SportsCenter comes on, they need to quickly split,
Because those guys throwing the football with eye black on their skin,
Yeah, my whole week depends on if they win.

Comfort, power, sex, alcohol, religion, pleasure,
All good things unless turned into an ultimate thing,
Because the problem is that what you do is that your heart needs to be made new,
Because if you don’t crush your idols, then your idols will crush you.

You know the definition of insanity is doing the same thing,
Expecting different results, and by that definition, most of us are insane.
Because we run to the same filth even though it hurt us yesterday
And say come on, please satisfy me today.
And Jesus said, you try to gain your life, you’ll lose it.
You lose your life, you’ll gain it.
But we’ve all traded in the creator for something created,
thinking that just because you’ve got a nice house and a car, you made it.
Now realizing if you’re solely right, you’re not different than a fish, bro, because you just got baited,

Because idols, they over-promise and under-deliver. They operate by deceiving.
An idol is when you look at something and say if I have that, then I’ll have meaning.
And if we don’t put God in his rightful place, we’ll put something else there.
And so we make good things [got] things, and then go into despair.
And just like Elijah called down the fire and the alter exploded into flames,
No there is only one God that comes through when you need him, and Jesus is his name.
Because when you’re sick and thirsty,
Toilet water might be attractive,
but it’s – you got something better bro than toilet water looks nasty.

Because an idol is dead, it doesn’t live. An idol takes, it never gives.
So repent, get on your knees and then make your hearts full of diseases,
You want to know what a true man looks like? Then look to Jesus.