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Illtripp's last few songs.
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#110,997 today
Peak #980
#2,874 in subgenre
Peak #52
Author
illtripp/paconaut
Uploaded
November 05, 2006
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:35
Story behind the song
I think this one explains itself.
Lyrics
Awestruck
[verse 1]
For twenty four ninety nine you can buy it in a book
For a love gift by visa you can buy it from a crook
Look its everywhere, always for sale
You can buy it on tv receive it in the mail
Fail to gain comprehension of what it is your buying
This culture of corruption always leaves me cyring
Dying inside killed by the selling of the gospel
Truth be told when truth is sold it leaves me hostile
Apostles never charged a fee to get you free
I’m a hypocrite ‘cause you probably bough this cd
See everything’s available just pay the price
For eleven dollars you can have the way of Christ
Life eternal for what you got in your pocket
Hang it on your neck, put it in a locket
Rock it true, all because you paid what was due
What about Christ and the life He gave for you?
[chorus]
You rock it as a necklace/ wear it as a charm
I tattoo it on my heart / and burn it on my arm
You sell it as a product / for profit or for loss
I’m awestruck / at the cost of the cross
You rock it as a necklace/ wear it as a charm
I tattoo it on my heart / and burn it on my arm
You sell it as a product / for profit or for loss
I’m awestruck / at the cost of the cross
[verse 2]
[this is the]
Creator hanging on creation in crucifixion
His back bears the stripes of my addictions
Listen, these are my sins, these are my lies
Its my disobedience, the lust of my eyes
Rise, and look at my pride, look at my hate
Look at my jealousy, look at my mistakes
Wait, can you see all my selfish desires
Can you see me burning, can you smell the fire
Liar, hypocrite, two words of description
Lustful, prideful two words of conviction
Inscription on my tombstone “he came first”
You think you sin, money I am the worst
Cursed, my sins deserve eternal condemnation
But here is my God offering my soul salvation
Making payment for my debt of holiness
Paid in full by Jesus Christ the holiest
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