Prophet - Fit For A King

The sound of the soul, when it falls apart

Shakes the world to its core

When every heart beats as one

What happened to them when you’re stunned

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me there’s more to this

Release (release)

Release (release)

Release the grip of death

They always saw this as a greater plan

But who’s in charge when your life’s in your own hands?

Prophet, what are your words for me?

Savior, am I too blind to see?

If you can create all of the stars

Then why can’t you mend a broken heart?

You raised your voice in the distance

Begging for a light

A voice so quiet we missed it

You held onto hope so tight

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me there’s more to this

Release (release)

Release (release)

Release the grip of death

They always saw this as a greater plan

But who’s in charge when your life’s in your own hands?

Prophet, what are your words for me?

Savior, am I too blind to see?

If you can create all of the stars

Then why can’t you mend a broken heart?

Prophet, I’m trying to believe

Savior, why aren’t you saving me?

If you can create all of the stars

Then come down and show me all you are

Don’t let the world devour me

(Bleh!)

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me there’s more to this

Release (release)

Release (release)

Release the grip of death

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me (tell me)

Tell me there’s more to this

Release (release)

Release (release)

Release the grip of death