There’s a home there’s a hell up in the hills
There’s a private drives that dreams fulfill
There’s a fences and the fence keeps bad away
Separating the predators from the prey
There’s a system of wires and drains and tubes
One million means and ways things can reach you
There’s and friends and neighbor just down the street
There’s a way to make you feel complete
There’s a sense of fear you can’t ignore
Not a flood or a fire or a thunder storm
But a beast that lives out in the trees
The more we cut the closer he comes to being released
And there’s a church where your parents they pray to God
They swear their big glass home is all they’ve got
They’ve got they’ve got to feel secure
And do their part to keep this poor world pure
Let’s build a stadium with a cross on the roof
Some black magic, packed arenas are the proof
Acres, acres of faith filled parking lots
We were told we have read this is what he wants
Building the house cut a hole in the earth now
(Feel like a being from outer space)
Turn it all out you’re doing superb now.
(Think of location, relocate, relocate)
Framing's a game, you can play, it’s a dance now.
(Cartography wins when we struggle to build)
My heart spins where this home is
The home is where the heart will live and
Die we can’t build out so we build up
Now everyone lives in the sky
Burn the prairies, build the church, God will love, your hard work, the deer that flees, in fear of the crane, destruction is beautiful when it’s done in His name.