The Lord says to separate from the people of the land,
They will be as a snare to you, they appeal to the carnal man!
Money and fame will be dangled as a carrot in front of your face,
The concern that you had for God’s kingdom, power and greed have replaced.

CHORUS:

Soon you’ll be riding on the fringe, on the nightmare of wealth:
Reasoning how to please God as you satisfy self!
Riding on the fringe, and thinking you’re doing OK!
Not even knowing the Spirit of God turned away.

The big cities smell of success is perfume to your nose,
The sight of big homes, and fancy cars, lots of money and designer chic clothes.
The Highway of Holiness dims in the glow of their light,
Caught up in the cobweb life, you can't tell what’s wrong from what’s right!

CHORUS

Soon you’ll be riding on the fringe, on the nightmare of wealth:
Reasoning how to please God as you satisfy self!
Riding on the fringe, and thinking you’re doing OK!
Not even knowing the Spirit of God turned away.

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You have been deceived by the enemy!
And even the elect will be fooled.