Dying Star

You've got your best man on the front side You always show your best side And evil's always on the other side You say this is your strategy But son I hope you take it from me You look just like your enemy You're full of pride You're full of pride We better trash our idols if we want to be In the army of the Lord And the greatest idol is you and me We better get on the threshing floor When will we learn that God's strategy Is giving glory to the Lord? So God So we trash our idols cos we want to be In the army of the Lord Star how beautiful you shine You shine more beautiful than mine You shine from sea to shining sea World-wide is your strategy But shinning star I hope you see If the whole wide world is staring straight at you They can't see me They can't see me I want them to know, but they can't see me I want them to know me I want to show my glory But they can't see me So rise rise rise Leave out your fantasy Sing that you're better than me Rise rise rise Leave out your man made religiouscity Rise rise rise Leave out your strategies Rise rise, rise so the world can see Rise rise, rise so the world can see So the world can see Just another dying star We better trash our idols if we want to be In the army of the Lord And the greatest idol is you and me We better get on the threshing floor When will we learn that God's strategy Is giving glory to the Lord? So we trash our idols cos we want to be In the army of the Lord In the army of the Lord Raise up army, raise up an army Raise up an army oh God Raise up army, raise up an army Raise up army in the army of the lord In the army of the lord There's no room, there's room There's no room for idolatry In the army of the lord There's no room, there's room For man pleasing in the army of the Lord In the army, in the army of the Lord Raise them up, praise yourself oh God