No Not Even One

Made with AI Lyrics - *Verse 1* Pointing fingers from your plastic throne, Calling out sins while you hide your own. You wear the badge, you preach the line, But the mirror cracks every single time. You condemn the crowd from the safety of your seat, Marching to a rhythm with two left feet. Who do you think you're fooling now? Justice cuts through every sacred vow. *Pre-Chorus* No disguise, no alibi, Truth won't bend because you testify. Every mouth goes silent in the end, We all need mercy we can't defend. *Chorus* You can't outrun the verdict, can't wash your hands clean, None of us are heroes, none of us redeem. But a different way has broken through the night, Not earned by our striving, not won by our fight. Freely justified by mercy we receive, Grace for the guilty who dare believe. Same ground at the foot of the cross we stand— No crown in our pockets, just scars on our hands. *Verse 2* The sirens scream through the city streets, Pride collapses under its own heartbeat. We've all traded truth for a polished lie, Trying to build wings that were never meant to fly. The record's long, the debt runs deep, Promises we couldn't keep. Still the call comes crashing in: Lay down your weapons, let grace begin. *Pre-Chorus* No disguise, no alibi, Truth won't bend because you testify. Every mouth goes silent in the end, We all need mercy we can't defend. *Chorus* You can't outrun the verdict, can't wash your hands clean, None of us are heroes, none of us redeem. But a different way has broken through the night, Not earned by our striving, not won by our fight. Freely justified by mercy we receive, Grace for the guilty who dare believe. Same ground at the foot of the cross we stand— No crown in our pockets, just scars on our hands. *Bridge* There is no one righteous, not even one there is no one who understands, there is no one who seeks God All have turned away, they have together become worthless; there is no one who does good, not even one. no not even one, no-no-nobody *Final Chorus* You can't outrun the verdict, can't wash your hands clean, Every rebel, every preacher, every in-between. But righteousness was given, not something we achieved, A gift for the broken-hearted willing to believe. Freely justified, the price already paid, Hope for the outcasts, light that won't fade. Same ground at the foot of the cross we stand— No crown in our pockets, just scars on our hands. *Outro* Christ Rose from the dead Saved by grace not by what we've done Christ suffered for all our sins By believing yes we're saved "by the blood of the lamb" #punk #music #gospel