Fire Of Heaven / Alter Of Earth Lyrics - Matisyahu

Fire descends from on high 

In the shape of a lion 

Burn the sacrifice of pride 

And ride on to Mount Zion 

Fire descends from on high 

In the shape of a lion 

Burn the sacrifice of pride 

And ride on to Mount Zion 

Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway 

Rubbing sticks together but your fire's man-made 

Capitalize on hot air, soar like an airplane 

Yearn to rise in the sky quick high like cocaine 

False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain 

Babylon's buildings raise like flames 

Drowning in their champagne, explosive 

Pull the pin in the hand grenade 

Soul stain blowing up in your own domain 

Fire crackers ooh and ah but they never maintain 

Fires burning, flames are dancing 

Don't burn the house down 

Heavenly fire only resides 

On an altar made from the ground 

Fire descends from on high 

In the shape of a lion 

Burn the sacrifice of pride 

And ride on to Mount Zion 

Fire descends from on high 

In the shape of a lion 

Burn the sacrifice of pride 

And ride on to Mount Zion 

One pair of eyes but see two different things 

One person cries while the other one sings 

You walk around like everybody owes you something 

Take what you got thank God for all that life brings 

The poor man has it all 

But not content with anything 

While the rich man's heads are empty 

But he's sitting like a king 

Fires burning, flames are dancing 

Don't burn the house down 

Heavenly fire only resides 

On an altar made from the ground 

Backpack's getting heavy 

Moving at a steady pace 

Carrying bricks on your shoulders 

And lead around your waist 

Making way, run in haste 

There is no time to waste 

We should be grateful, got a plateful 

Fire burns like ice morsels falling fire like rain 

Fire descends from on high 

In the shape of a lion 

Burn the sacrifice of pride 

And ride on to Mount Zion 

Fire descends from on high 

In the shape of a lion 

Burn the sacrifice of pride 

And ride on to Mount Zion 

You should be more subtle 

You could keep your hustle 

Keep your laugh and shuffle 

Flashing muscle, brass knuckle 

Bust your bubble, going pop 

Take of the muzzle 

Hate to ruffle feathers, making brothers struggle 

Through the rough old concrete jungle 

Briskan Brussells step and shuffle 

Stumble into trouble, spirit rumble in the temple 

Mumble nothing, you should be more humble 

In the continental all your bluff 

You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental 

In this ocean you're a pebble 

Fires burning, flames are dancing 

Don't burn the house down 

Heavenly fire only resides 

On an altar made from the ground