Artista: O.C. Supertones
  Canción: Grounded

I strike back like the empire 
and we'll televise the revolution. 
What will save you 
From divine retribution?
Do our part, try to make a contribution
Playin' at 11, givin' OC noise pollution.
Think long and hard
about our world today... 
what needs to be said, 
and what I need to say. 
We're a tower of Babel 
built on anti-philosophy, 
Neitzche in the west 
and Krishna in the east. 

War rages on through generations. 
All of these Christians 
abandoned their stations. 
A whole world around us, 
and we've ceased to reach. 
An army of soldiers, 
we've neglected to teach. 
But, it's dim and not pitch black. 
The truth will prevail. 
If our God is for us, how can we fail? 
No surer hope has ever been rested. 
But for our adversary's worthy, 
prepare to be tested. 

Hoo, Hah. 
How will you stand 
if you don't understand? 
 
Hoo, Hah. 
Fight like a man, scriptures in hand. 

And here we stand
naked, barehanded futily prepared
for the blows to be landed. 
Presuppositions is all you can stand on. 
Can you twist their wrist 
when they lay a hand on? 
Learn how to fight 
from words on a paper. 
learn from the shoguns, 
Bahnsen and Schaeffer. 
Invincible army, 
Holy Spirit our general. 
Weapons are formed 
form most precious of minerals. 

Kids in universities, 
drowning in an ocean 
of apostate philosophy. 
We need apologetic instruction... 
mental reconstruction. 
Ignorance reduction, 
to halt the mass abduction. 
Evangelical mind 
has been scandalized.
Wisdom and truth 
have been vandalized,
by the unevangelized. 
No truth in a world 
that is randomized. 
Expose the lies 
no matter how they're disguised.