[Verse 1: J. Han]
I got no dough in my pockets
Flashing lights are hurting my sockets
People wildin’ out ‘til they drop dead
But at the end of the day, what do they profit?
I’ll get fired-up on this topic!
Souls are dying and they can’t stop it
Culture’s lying about the “tag popping.”
But at the end of the day, what do they profit?
Can’t you see that glitz and the glamor
Has us captivated -- enamored
Thirsting air-time on the camera
But at the end of the day, what do they profit?
All those jewels are merely enamels
The pursuit of fame is a trammel
Shackling you just like a weak mammal
But at the end of your life, what does it profit?

[Hook]
You say you’re living for today? This life is not my own
This world will surely pass away. This life is not my own
I say I’m living for the Way. This life is not my own
Kill my flesh and lock that up in the deepest catacomb
You were made for greater things. This life is not my own
Life is more than just a fling. This life is not my own
I say I’m living for the Way. This life is not my own
Kill my flesh and lock that up in the deepest catacomb

(Let ‘em know) Dropping dollars on all these bottles
Plus debauchery in full-throttle
“You die once” is the motto
This life is not my own
I can’t waste my life for a second
Sin keeps lurking-on and it beckons
To end my life -- armageddon
This life is not my own

[Verse 2: J. Han]
Is this world really worth living in?
Bound by shame; drowning deep in our sin
Trying to restore back our lost innocence
Look at how far we’ve fallen from Grace
We’re people who claimed to be wise
Awesome scholars in our own eyes
Exchanged the truth of God for a lie
Look at how far we’ve fallen from Grace
Yea, we’re two-timers who used grime
To go build-up all our shrines
To display to the world our shine
Look at how far we’ve fallen from Grace
I refuse to be a slave
Of the humanism ways
And consumerism plagues
Look at how far we’ve fallen from Grace

[Verse 3: Sam Ock]
Wait, let me make it really clear
‘cause I got to take a little time and tell it to your ear
Take heed, what have I got to fear
Even if death is lurkin’ far or near?
But you got to get it in
All of the lust, all of the carnal sins
All of the lights, and man you got to get paid
The way you’re living, it’s like you’re self-made
The road to greatness is what you make it
Unless you break it, then you will fake it
If all your pride is in your satisfaction
What will you do if you can’t make it happen?
And if you do succeed
What does it look like in eternity?
Dust...what’ll happen to your name?
Will the infinite know your fame?
And if the soul lives on
What is that base that your life’s built on?
Is it something strong? ‘cause I know for a fact
For God you didn’t long
I got to say for myself
All of my life and all of my wealth
Belongs to God alone, it’s not my own