Mohammed rolling dice with Christ at twilight
And they hear their master's voice, they run to do their chores
At master's calling.
Their job tonight, re-write the bible
For a whole new generation of non-believers.

The pastor screams out to the crowd
'There's evil that must be put down!'
And it touches the soldier boy he heeds his master's voice
His life is calling.
Sweet soldier boy, the speaker is bleeding
He hears his master's voice do you hear your master's voice?
Calling like the lady siren's call.

Sweet soldier quiet- just staring at the ceiling
And he hears his master's voice he hears the call to war
The siren's singing.
Out on the line- there's something that strikes his side
And he sees his inner child he hears his mother's voice
Softly calling.
Spirit soldiers mother hovers she holds up a paper cup
And the sound of life and love fills her ear.

You're only gonna hear what you want to hear
Do you hear your master's voice now?

Mohammed and Christ speak twice as nice
But the one that I like best he sings inside my chest
I hear my master's voice now
Calling out, calling out, calling out calling out

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Writer(s): JAMES EDWARD OLLIGES JR