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A reckoning feels closer than we want to admit.
“I Fear Who’s Coming” is a country-rock gospel piece about pressure building in ordinary lives — working people, empty streets, quiet doubt, and the uneasy feeling that the answers we’re waiting for may come from within.
This official video follows Mojo through a world worn down and searching, where the line between fear and responsibility begins to blur.

Nowhere else to run,
Nowhere else to go.
I fear who’s coming with the answer,
‘Cause you may have to fight.

No one goes to church, no one cares if they burn,
Our parents would be rolling in their graves.
If they saw what we’ve become,
They wouldn’t know this place.
Girls can’t play as girls,
Boys don’t know if they’re one.
Tell me where did all the truth go,
And what have we done?

Yeah, I fear who’s coming with the answer—
Is there really anyone?
Is it the man in the mirror,
Or the man in the suit?
Is it the man who’s got nothing,
Got nothing to lose?
Is it the man who works hard every day,
Never complains, pays his dues?
Can’t afford to eat, can’t afford to heat,
Can’t afford nothing—he’s just beat.

I fear who’s coming with the answer,
Might be tomorrow, might be today.
I fear who’s coming with the answer,
But we all have to face that day.

There’s a reckoning coming,
You can feel it in the air.
The country’s lost its way,
And no one seems to care.

When are we gonna wake up?
Don’t you think it’s time?
They’ve been lying to us so long,
We forgot what’s yours and mine.

They took your faith, they took your hope,
Sold it for a headline.
Now the truth’s just another story,
Buried under dollar signs.
Don’t you care about your children’s future?
Don’t they deserve a chance?
How do you face the mirror,
When they’re treated like that?

You can pray all you want,
But the preacher’s gone blind,
And the flags hanging low
In a cold, black sky.

I fear who’s coming with the answer.
I feel their footsteps in the rain.
You can almost hear the thunder —
whispering your name.
The streets are empty now,
but the echoes still remain.
Flags hanging low…
like they know what’s coming.
I fear who’s coming.

And I fear it might be us.