I don't care what you might think,
From your cup i will not drink.
Jesus is my one desire,
He has set my soul on fire.

It was told so long ago,
About the king of kings and the lord of lords.
God prepared his final stand:
Dying for the race of man.

What is now in store for you,
Burning flames that cut you through.
How long will you close your eyes,
And let your ears consume these lies?

I don't care what you might think,
From your cup i will not drink.
There is poison in your heart.
From your sin you must depart.

In the end we all shall see,
He who died upon the tree.
Eternal home within you'll dwell,
Or burn within the fires of hell.