SLEEPWALK / MOONWALK

SLEEPWALK / MOONWALK

TITLE: SLEEPWALK / MOONWALK
ARTIST: THE NAZARENE
STYLE: Futuristic wisdom Gospel trap, progress, spiritual sleep, repentance, resurrection life

[INTRO]

Progress in the mirror.

Death in the rear-view.

Feet look smooth.

Soul moves backwards.

Sleepwalk.

Moonwalk.

Wake up.

[VERSE 1]

Whole world dancing with the lights on bright,
talking about progress in the middle of night.
AI dreams and the market goes up,
but the heart still drinks from a poisoned cup.

Fast new phone, same old pride,
fresh clean fit, same lust inside.
Medical genius, machines that scan,
still can’t cure the death in man.

Fashion week with the flashbulbs popping,
souls still empty while the bodies keep shopping.
Finance towers with the glass sky view,
but greed still asks, “What else can I chew?”

Entertainment got the crowd in trance,
whole world moving in a backwards dance.
Looks like forward, but the truth gets wild:
moonwalk smooth with a graveyard smile.

That is mankind since Eden’s tree,
calling chains a new liberty.
Serpent said, “Take, upgrade your eyes,”
death came dressed like being wise.

So when the age looks shiny and strange,
it’s the same old fall in a costume change.
New tech, old lie, same dark thread:
be your own god while walking dead.

[HOOK]

Sleepwalk, moonwalk,
backwards with style.
Whole world dancing
toward the grave all the while.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Progress cannot cleanse you,
science cannot raise.

Wake up, soul,
come out of the night.
Christ gives new life,
not just better light.

[VERSE 2]

Wisdom says look underneath the show,
not at the glitter, at the way things go.
War still burns with a polished screen,
lonely hearts scroll through a crowded machine.

We cured some pains, but we can’t cure sin.
We mapped the brain, not the rot within.
We split the atom, we wired the earth,
still can’t purchase a second birth.

The eye never full, the feed never done,
lust keeps eating under LED sun.
Envy gets trained by the lifestyle reel,
fake joy marketed as something real.

Vanity Fair got a future sound,
but the ancient idols still walk around.
Money as saviour, beauty as throne,
self as god in a temple of bone.

You can upgrade systems, upgrade speed,
but not the soul with its rebel seed.
Advancement without repentance is thin:
choreography over a cliff of sin.

We broke God’s law, that’s the root in the floor,
loved the gift and ignored the Lord.
Lied, lusted, envied, hated,
called our darkness self-created.

So don’t just ask for a better earth
while you reject the God of birth.
The deepest issue beneath all strife
is not lack of progress.

It’s lack of life.

[HOOK]

Sleepwalk, moonwalk,
backwards with style.
Whole world dancing
toward the grave all the while.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Money cannot cleanse you,
medicine cannot raise.

Wake up, soul,
come out of the night.
Christ gives new life,
not just better light.

[BRIDGE]

Progress says:

Keep moving.

Wisdom says:

Where?

The world says:

Upgrade.

Jesus says:

You must be born again.

Not improved.

Alive.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus stepped into the sleeping street,
dust on His robe, resurrection feet.
He did not come to polish the cage,
He came as Life in a dying age.

He opened blind eyes to expose false sight,
made lame men walk in holy light.
He cleansed the leper, raised the dead,
fed hungry crowds with miracle bread.

Every sign was a trumpet clear:
the Kingdom of God has drawn near.
Not more stuff for the soul to own,
but dead hearts raised before the throne.

Then came the Cross where the lie was judged,
where the Holy One bore our filth and sludge.
Nails through mercy, blood on wood,
the only righteous One for the not-good.

He took our sin, our guilt, our shame,
our sleepwalk pride, our moonwalk game.
He died, was buried, the grave looked sealed,
but third day morning the King was revealed.

Christ rose bodily, death undone,
new creation had begun.
Now He calls sinners from the night:
walk in newness, walk in light.

So wake from the rhythm that trains your chains,
wake from the fair with its golden claims.
Repent and believe while breath remains,
Christ gives life that the world can’t fake.

No more sleepwalk, no more show,
no more moonwalk to the grave below.
Follow the risen Son of Man,
new heart, new road, new walk, new plan.

[FINAL HOOK]

Sleepwalk, moonwalk,
backwards with style.
Whole world dancing
toward the grave all the while.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
His blood can cleanse you,
His voice can raise.

Wake up, soul,
come out of the night.
Christ gives new life,
and teaches you to walk right.

[OUTRO]

Smooth feet.

Dead road.

Bright lights.

Wrong way.

But Christ is risen.

Wake up.

Turn round.

Walk in life.

Jesus is Lord.