::Live Again::
Handling things
that weren't meant to be tampered
we fell to the corruption
of a man's sinful soul.
Enraged with lust, it's a must
engulfed by passion. stating the obvious fashion.
We had fallen,
everything is clearly dying
cotton candy dreams
and pitied screams.
Anything and all we possess
dies within the host
leaving the remains
of a shaded ghost.
Pride a man's deceit
Forgiveness, a fools' feat.
Get up
Get up
Get up
And leave your past today
Throw up
Throw up
Throw up
the sickness of yesterday.
You are echoing your own
self worth
and it's shallow
compared to, the depths of your eyes,
the person i see-
is the person you despise
you hide the truth
within the bowels of your mind
wishing to drink
trying hard not to think
and the check you can't find...
i covered your losses
and you still tossed me away.
why do you resist, please desist,
and curse the words i say?
Siamese dreams
desires untold
your want is my need
as your fears unfold.
Exhaustion,
confusion,
you STEP out of yourself
afraid of the light,
and the fresh air consuming your every step
this new realm holds possibilities-
indescribable, unimaginable.
You look back, all the while
shivering for the warmth of your old shell...
but the truth keeps you from collapsing.
You stand firm, watching the fetal memories
die within the midterm.
Dissected,
Erected,
the cross of this carpenter
beaten and bloodied
battered and bruised
His crown was worn, an agony of thorns
misappropriated, misused.
His flesh was torn-
with each passing moment
as the whip ripped, stripped
and scattered His body
the one we called "King"
a jews' child, the real thing,
grown into a prophet
why didn't He whisper...... "stop it"?
A soothsayer of sorts
we deny His deity
"our" scripture distorts, contorts.
He has become a pastime
for our own delight
everyone is passive
every wrong is right
we have loosened the yolk-
expecting relief,
tightening our hearts
consumed with grief.
His love,
loved us all;
His death,
destroyed the wall.
no more sacrifices-
only of ourselves,
are we now content, is our will bent...
to put Him on our shelves?
Dusty and unbroken
His scripture never read
we are too weak to be outspoken-
we know the end result
we know the final chapter
we await the trumpet
and our prepurchased rapture,
away from the pain,
the agony, and death
we are greeted with life everlasting
a renewed hope, a fresh breath-
standing firm behind the pews
we recite doctrine ingrained
on the streets in the open
our voices strained.
Funny, funny people; chasing a steeple
we are peculiar no doubt
but nothing will do it
no one is willing to stand up, standout!-
ashamed of who we are?
ashamed of our blood bought names?
content with empty laughter
and repetitive games.
Divine Father, we'd rather not bother...
shower us with your justice
bring these dead men's bones
up from our mortal sarcophagus
dry earth cracking, slacking thirsty with drought
empty minds drowning in doubt.
WE USE the name, WE KEEP Him on the cross
WE WEAR the clothes, WE MAKE song of "our loss"...
content with convention
forget our good intentions
we'd rather play "Christian"
than have an intimate relationship
Quick wit, first to quit, we learn to grip "Abandon ship!"
the common notions,
and the communal motions...
Who is WWJD?
just say the words i long to hear
the God you preach,
and the Lord i fear...
Amen,
Ben
that weren't meant to be tampered
we fell to the corruption
of a man's sinful soul.
Enraged with lust, it's a must
engulfed by passion. stating the obvious fashion.
We had fallen,
everything is clearly dying
cotton candy dreams
and pitied screams.
Anything and all we possess
dies within the host
leaving the remains
of a shaded ghost.
Pride a man's deceit
Forgiveness, a fools' feat.
Get up
Get up
Get up
And leave your past today
Throw up
Throw up
Throw up
the sickness of yesterday.
You are echoing your own
self worth
and it's shallow
compared to, the depths of your eyes,
the person i see-
is the person you despise
you hide the truth
within the bowels of your mind
wishing to drink
trying hard not to think
and the check you can't find...
i covered your losses
and you still tossed me away.
why do you resist, please desist,
and curse the words i say?
Siamese dreams
desires untold
your want is my need
as your fears unfold.
Exhaustion,
confusion,
you STEP out of yourself
afraid of the light,
and the fresh air consuming your every step
this new realm holds possibilities-
indescribable, unimaginable.
You look back, all the while
shivering for the warmth of your old shell...
but the truth keeps you from collapsing.
You stand firm, watching the fetal memories
die within the midterm.
Dissected,
Erected,
the cross of this carpenter
beaten and bloodied
battered and bruised
His crown was worn, an agony of thorns
misappropriated, misused.
His flesh was torn-
with each passing moment
as the whip ripped, stripped
and scattered His body
the one we called "King"
a jews' child, the real thing,
grown into a prophet
why didn't He whisper...... "stop it"?
A soothsayer of sorts
we deny His deity
"our" scripture distorts, contorts.
He has become a pastime
for our own delight
everyone is passive
every wrong is right
we have loosened the yolk-
expecting relief,
tightening our hearts
consumed with grief.
His love,
loved us all;
His death,
destroyed the wall.
no more sacrifices-
only of ourselves,
are we now content, is our will bent...
to put Him on our shelves?
Dusty and unbroken
His scripture never read
we are too weak to be outspoken-
we know the end result
we know the final chapter
we await the trumpet
and our prepurchased rapture,
away from the pain,
the agony, and death
we are greeted with life everlasting
a renewed hope, a fresh breath-
standing firm behind the pews
we recite doctrine ingrained
on the streets in the open
our voices strained.
Funny, funny people; chasing a steeple
we are peculiar no doubt
but nothing will do it
no one is willing to stand up, standout!-
ashamed of who we are?
ashamed of our blood bought names?
content with empty laughter
and repetitive games.
Divine Father, we'd rather not bother...
shower us with your justice
bring these dead men's bones
up from our mortal sarcophagus
dry earth cracking, slacking thirsty with drought
empty minds drowning in doubt.
WE USE the name, WE KEEP Him on the cross
WE WEAR the clothes, WE MAKE song of "our loss"...
content with convention
forget our good intentions
we'd rather play "Christian"
than have an intimate relationship
Quick wit, first to quit, we learn to grip "Abandon ship!"
the common notions,
and the communal motions...
Who is WWJD?
just say the words i long to hear
the God you preach,
and the Lord i fear...
Amen,
Ben