Choose Your Beast (Rev. 13)

Music, Piano & Background Vocals: Jennifer Jill  Lyrics: Jennifer Jill & Lee G  Lead Vocals: Matthew Resendez  Rap: Lee G  Cello: David Kim  Production: Delon Lawrence

Get Chords

Chorus:

It all comes down to the Lamb slain from the foundation of creation
It all comes down to the Life poured out in the center of Revelation

Choose your beast, choose your beast

Let me tell you a story
We’ll start with the Sea Beast, he seeks his own glory
Up from the sea he comes, looking gory
With seven heads, ten horns, blasphemies
On each head it’s a leopard with a bear’s feet
A lion’s mouth that’ll fill you with dread
The dragon gives him power, power to devour
Power to make everyone bow down and cower
A wound on its head should have left it dead
But it’s resurrected and respected instead
And the world is awed
Treats the dragon and the beast like Hollywood stars
In arrogance, he blasphemes the temple and its God
For 42 months, he wars to overcome the saints
But here’s the patient saints
The beast will get his payment, wait!
And if your name isn’t found written in
The Lambs book of life
You’re gonna worship him
That beast with sadistic plans
He’s got the whole world in his hands
And he’s not just a violent opposer
He’s a subtle impostor
A two-faced poser
If you’re not his enemy, then you’re his soldier
You don’t know enough to win the battle on your own
He who enslaves will be a slave
Killers will be killed
The beast seems to rule
But the prophecy will be fulfilled

Chorus

Choose your beast, choose your beast

Next, the earth beast seems innocent
As it ascends, lifted up from the wilderness
With two horns on its head, like a little gentle pet lamb
But don’t get too close, it speaks like a dragon
Destruction is its middle name
Undercover killer
Friends with the Sea Beast, shares in its bragging
Falling down so far, feels like flying
Leading the majority away from Mount Zion
It’s an atrocity, flagrant idolatry
Spittin’ in the face of the God they say they’re following
He performs signs
Fire from the heavens falling
Multitudes fooled by the power that he’s calling
Word of God’s only thing that can free ‘em
It all comes down to the Lamb
Did you buy the beasts program, friend?
It’s time to uninstall
‘Cuz with all his commands there’s a virus involved
Speaks through his teeth
“Make an image to the beast”
He breathes it to life
And the pressure’s increased
Makes a mark on their forehead or hand at least
So he can see clearly who will be policed
Each victim receives it
Whether small or great
Whether rich or poor
Whether free of slave, he tricks
Buy or sell, but your soul it can’t fix
Let him with understanding calculate this
The number of the beast is six hundred and sixty six

Chorus

(He bore the wrath of God as God, He poured His heart out on the Cross and all our arguments silence as we see this love, choose the Lamb, choose Jesus, choose the Lamb)