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