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God as an Aesthetic
02:23
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created in His vision, all i see all we are: is it because of a fraud? aesthetically we don’t agree, but i’m trying to make believe that i can do anything. hide behind the word of Him: try your best to convince anyone who’s serious about taking back their destiny. i can’t stop you from doing what you want to, but you can’t stop Him from trying to get even. though i can’t blame you for doing what you got to, there will come a day: then what in God’s name will you say?
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with a Cross around her neck it signifies the pure of heart behind of it; like the prose scrawled across the page it reaches deep inside to haunt and chip away. stained glass windows on the day of wed, sun is shining, brethren blessed: it’s a look that’s been desired for awhile. harm intended but God intended good: the saving of our lives, accomplishing what’s right.
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i was gonna go down to the center of town with my best fit on to show i’m real. i was gonna waltz around, see who’s out and about on a saturday to prove i can still feel. then the good Lord comes to me bright and early sunday morning: of course I shrugged off his warning because right now i’m tiptoeing around and wondering about why yesterday i woke up thinking about me & you, i didn’t talk about it but it felt right. seamlessly transitioned from the day to the night. you found someone, got a life: i just go out then wanna die. so i thought i’d go down just to make a couple rounds, though i realize it’s really not for me because i’d rather recharge, find some peace in my heart, and avoid where the thirsty people meet. if the good Lord came to me at a reasonable location i’d be happy just to meet someone famous but for now i’ll keep tiptoeing around and wondering about why yesterday i heard a song that reminds me of you. i hummed right along to it because it felt nice, mindlessly listening from the intro to the ending: not thinking hard about it so that it is neverending.
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Nonbelievers
02:30
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i say to you: ‘what would you do with your life, if you never were to die? would you step back? get on track? or would you try to work in sin for all time because He’s never coming back, He’ll never rule again and even if He did His golden age has passed?’ nonbelievers: big speakers claim to know what’s true ensuring chaos will ensue. good Christians like to raise up the vibe but where they fail brings us closer to Hell and so He’s never coming back, He’ll never rule again and even if He did His golden age has passed. you know? He wants to be His dad, He taught us how to fish but even though He did everyone’s still mad.
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The Gothic Rodeo
03:24
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distracting abstraction: it gets the foot tapping. compassion retraction: it’s just a bad habit. but you can’t blame me for nothing, there ain’t no God and country in here. though you bring a certain something, i shouldn’t just run away in fear. take me to a place you like to go: the gothic rodeo or to a country show. then we’ll go way down below, far further than you’d ever know: it’s one Hell of a road. it’s popping, it’s not stopping: sorry for party rocking. look at your perfect timing right on time to catch me dying but you can’t blame me for nothing because you bring that certain something: little shawty fire burning on the dance floor baby. the last train leaves tonight, should we just go for the ride?
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what if Jesus knows my name? is this really Him trying to put me in my place? does Jesus really know my name, and how will He forgive me with everything in my way? i learned my lesson from You: i’ll stop second guessing and get back on the pursuit. is this really how He would step in to save the day? does Jesus really have this face, and will He ever forgive me for being so deranged? He’s screaming down His blessing, He’s saving me from eden. they say everything in moderation: it’s not wanted, Jesus stop this.
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it started with a lie, a little white lie: the kind your parents say when you’re a child with a smile. time to get it off my chest in the booth of confession where they’ll say ‘you’re lost my son, let go of these feelings, run’. what’s there left to do that is not pretend: improve my attitude, i’m always in a mood. then i’ll become one of the chosen ones: i’ll eat His body, drink His blood.
hot little blonde up in my volvo, whip out a ride back to my condo. gold vvs is what i’m on, might cop a lexus without no card. all of my exes know what they lost, don’t know what you got until it’s gone: that’s why they keep texting me on my phone. playing the eagles, already gone.
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last time she heard his name it was a couple years ago, patriotic songs were playing on the radio. she wrote it in her diary to manifest the scene: ‘yeah this won’t be the last time that boy will be seeing me’. he was sitting at the front of a church, she was hanging in the back trying to listen to the sermon because he thinks it’s important. every day he tries his best to be exceptional. he wrote a song about the girl back in america: asking for the Holy Spirit to relieve his woes blasting patriotic singers on the stereo. she was thinking of a million ways her and him could co-exist, but her friend simply said: ‘what if you never see him again’? when he showed up in her town she knew right where he’d be found, she thought about him through the night though she could hardly shake the fright. when he showed up in her town she had no time to mess around: she put on church going dress and hoped that she‘d be sunday’s best. he was sitting at the front of a church, she went in through the back so that he wouldn’t know while she cried alone. he was thinking of a million ways to achieve this little dream and then never another, just as long as they have each other.
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Cloudnine
01:55
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i’m on cloud nine, it’s written in the stars: the sun falls down as you fall into my arms. we’re in the sky floating upwardly, try to hold on tight so you can fall back with me. before we come back around we’re safe, we’re sound above the ground while every little piece of us resides upon this cloud we lie. we’re out of time: though it may be ugly now we must assimilate with reality. let’s see the smile, always dress to impress, you know i have your back so don’t worry about the rest! the world could break to shards, our fears wouldn’t even have to start since every little piece of us resides upon this cloud we lie.
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Last Chord
02:21
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last chord rings out merrily: it bleeds, it sees serene. it speaks to me like it wasn’t my doing: to turn this blank canvas into a scene of snowfall from gray skies that persists until sunrise. last night like a photograph: reconvened we speak of sweet old days and laugh about our old ways like a faint whisper in my ear to remind of light and our fragile lives. his music’s on my mind it hurts so much worse than you and i, it could’ve been us out there or anyone but him: it’s so unfair.
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Walk on Water
04:17
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like a queen she whispers soft sweet things to me: pure and true as if there’s anything else to do. like a god ruling down from the above watching everything erupt and turning love to kiss and hug, although inconvenient. i guess i’ll learn to walk on water so i can run thousands of miles to see you smile, i guess i’ll learn to walk on water so He’s not the only savior for awhile. lovely day: watch the trees just barely sway. can you feel it across the earth? is it diamonds is it pearls? after all it’s a small world. because who could really be a savior for all time? what’s the point of anything if it’s not difficult? nothing comes up magically you often have to search stable and steadfast not shifting from the hope you’ve heard. everything is meaningless but nothing’s trivial.
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The Bible
02:08
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you don’t know what to say, you take a drink: a little whiskey. it doesn’t matter the day, when there’s a will there’s a way: i’ll force myself to read. a book a day is what i need just to guarantee that you’re not smarter than me. you’re so mad i flipped the script just like i always have. through and through you’re so blue. you piss away the night but you read the Bible, it makes it right: then i get in your sight so you try to deny that you’re so mad.
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Heaven (So Far Away)
03:25
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why is Heaven so far away? why is it so so far away? because when i’m with you stars align: eyes become blind. then while you wept all night i prayed for another try. when will it stop confusing me? when will Satan stop tempting me? because when he’s near i feel it in my spine, it feels as cold as ice. but when he’s here it feels sort of divine, it’s like suicide. when the bodies fall limp, lifeless: it’s not a game. suddenly Heaven doesn’t feel so far away.
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Christ Compels
03:02
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Christ compels us to find peers who make us feel warm inside. everybody wants the same thing: a cute friend to drive around with, a better hand of cards to play with. i say it because it’s true. despite my mouth I get by: i’d zipper my lips shut but my face says it all anyway. months and years in vain like a caricature every day. my face and my hair, it may be wrong of me to care. the reality of vanity: nobody is getting off easy. this is not my ideal life i’m living, i could drop at any second yet i’m wasting months and years away as a caricature of what i hate.
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