1. You pull up to the building that bears your favorite name.
You sit in a pew, you hear the choir sing, you hear a sermon that sounds the same.
You get up and leave, you haven’t been changed - your life is still the same.
How did the worship of Jesus Christ become such a game? [Chorus]

[Ch.] Come out from among them - be separate, be clean.
And I will be your Father says the Lord the King.
Come out from among them - be separate, be clean.
And I will be your Father says the Lord the King.

2. There’s a spirit at work in your “churches” - she wants neither seen nor known.
Her tricks are in place, her lies are all laid, her trap is already sprung.
The man at the front thinks he runs the show but doesn’t know whose game he plays.
He’s serving the kingdom of darkness tho’ to God up above he prays. [Chorus]

3. Your building robs the orphans, the widows and the leasts,
Gives you a place to be worldly while you rely on your priests.
Only you can do God’s will - none can do it for you.
Take up your cross and follow Him - it’s the only way that’s true. [Chorus]

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