Maybe I can't get away

I can't get away

Prophecy is chasing me

It's chasing me

I can't seem to escape

I can't seem to escape

His words are chasing me

(They're chasing me)

I stay logically consistent in my theology

Reading the Bible, this ain't no hobby

If someone predicts the future from the past

Then the future's fixed, the present won't last

The future's written in Revelation's book

How you gonna say you can change it? Look

Add or takeaway?

How you plan to change it?

(Your words over His?)

So change it

(Maybe)

I can't get away

Prophecy is chasing me

It's chasing me

I can't seem to escape

His words are chasing me

It's written down

It's written down

Can't change it now

Someday every knee shall bow

You won't run your mouth

You won't say you can change the plan

You won't ignore the hourglass sand

Prophecy is not a democracy

This is not a vain philosophy

(Maybe)

I can't get away

I can't get away

Prophecy is chasing me

It's chasing me

I can't seem to escape

What's written is written

Here's a black marker—erase it without permission

Prophecy is final

God turns the dial

What you read is what will happen

Try to run, but the ground is collapsin'

You cry about the way things are, confused from the start

The word of God is spiritual concrete—creates reality, never changing on its way to finality

You called me crazy when I spoke His word

No doubt in my mind—you heard every word

Prophecy is not a democracy

It's not a man-made philosophy

I'm sick of this redundancy

You continue to run from me

You continue to run from me