past time outran(pto)

the past time outran (pto) these are the lyrics They pass the plate, but the rent’s unpaid, Preachin’ love, yet the love’s betrayed. Holy words wrapped in a gold cascade, But the truth’s in the dirt where the roots decay. Prayin’ for peace while they sharpen the sword, Buildin’ kingdoms for themselves, not the Lord. They tell us, “Bow down,” but we rise and explore, The world needs answers, not a holy war. Faith was a crutch; now we’ve learned to stand, lol all i could fit in here