Mark of the Beast

Put your hand out, what's that?
You don't even have to reach
Since you let it lead your actions,
There's your own mark of the beast.

'Talk like you've been fooled
To what famous men have told
No world-saving new theories
Just the first lies, Eden-old

Like Satan, many teach
That there's God-alternatives
And to disobey Jah
Brings a better way to live.

But if that fits your cravings
And inebriates your brain
So you hate truth that's preached
There's your own mark of the beast.

How can you not hear warnings
Your Maker fairly gave
To live right, in this bad world
His vengeance soon will change

It comes down to whom you'll serve
As god in these last days
You will have as master
The one you do obey.

For survival or destruction
You'll be marked as slave, you see
Choose Jehovah and his new world
Not the death-mark of the beast.