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Defective youth, the writing's on the wall,
Decline of the West, see the fallout fall,
Violence, banner of the tough,
Politicians playing a blind man's bluff.
Now what? Whose deal?
What's truth? What's real?
Turn it down, turn it off,
It's all white noise to me.
America's missiles - a superpower blessed,
Hungry child is crying - pretend it's just a test,
Russia's got the gulag; Pretoria, the bomb,
Making sure the weak keep silent, move along.
Now what? Whose deal?
What's truth? What's real?
Turn it down, turn it off,
It's all white noise to me.
Defective man, the writing's in your heart,
The irony of evil tearing you apart,
Hanging in the balance, you hear the saviour call,
Make him lord of everything or see the nations fall.
Now what? Whose deal?
He's truth, he's real,
Open up, start to feel,
No more white noise for me.
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- Twenty Years Live
- Silence Screams
- Innocent Blood
- Reach of Love
- Live Bootleg
- The Best of Resurrection Band
- Compact Favorites
- Ampendectomy
- Colours
- D.M.Z.
- Awaiting Your Reply
- Hostage
- History Makers: The Best of Christian Rock, Volume 1
- Music to Raise the Dead
- Music To Raise The Dead 1972 - 1998
- The Rock Revival -- Music of the Jesus Movement
- Best of Resurrecction Band
- The Light Years