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Mocker Video (MV)




Performed By: Courier
Language: English
Length: 4:45
Written by: Ethan Prudhomme




Courier - Mocker Lyrics




Are these valid problems
Or am I creating them

Can I just not commit
Is this not what I want
Or just the righteous look
That I want to flaunt

This is not about me
Take it all away

Egos class
We deteriorate
We sink in our sea of self

You said "Do nothing out of self-ambition or vain conceit. Rather in Humility..."
"Better to lowly in spirit with the oppressed than to share the plunder with the proud"

In my arrogance I don't seek you
And in those thoughts there's no room for God

I am the unplowed fields of the wicked
And behave with insolent fury
I am the unplowed fields of the wicked
And all that I produce is sin

There is no honor
There is no love
Oh what a mocker I have become

There is no honor
There is no love
Oh what a mocker I have become

Man's not what he thinks he is
And a god he'll never be
Flew too close to the sun
You burnt off all your wings

I am sinful, I am hateful
I am dirty, I am wrong
Pride goes before destruction
A haughty spirit before the fall
It is a poison
I often ingest

Where there is strife
There is pride
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Are these valid problems
Or am I creating them

Can I just not commit
Is this not what I want
Or just the righteous look
That I want to flaunt

This is not about me
Take it all away

Egos class
We deteriorate
We sink in our sea of self

You said "Do nothing out of self-ambition or vain conceit. Rather in Humility..."
"Better to lowly in spirit with the oppressed than to share the plunder with the proud"

In my arrogance I don't seek you
And in those thoughts there's no room for God

I am the unplowed fields of the wicked
And behave with insolent fury
I am the unplowed fields of the wicked
And all that I produce is sin

There is no honor
There is no love
Oh what a mocker I have become

There is no honor
There is no love
Oh what a mocker I have become

Man's not what he thinks he is
And a god he'll never be
Flew too close to the sun
You burnt off all your wings

I am sinful, I am hateful
I am dirty, I am wrong
Pride goes before destruction
A haughty spirit before the fall
It is a poison
I often ingest

Where there is strife
There is pride
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Writer: Ethan Prudhomme
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