And the light, the light can make everything feel beautifulIt can make it feel safe, so safe that like in the nightWe spend all of our time running away from our truthsAnd then we meet someone who tells us, "God will always love youNo matter what you do, the only thing that will never stop loving you is God."And because of all of our darkness, which at night I still run fromWhich at night all still run from, we get stuck chasing lightThat's a black synagogueAnd God said, that the maker shall inhabit the EarthBut there shall be masses, I said masses, of bloodshed firstAnd that will open the floodgates of Heaven, and pour down upon us His blessingsFrom the floor, to the ceiling, but only if you praise Him, I said praise HimShall you receive His healingSave me from the painI'm falling downDon't you hear me calling?I need you nowFill me 'til I'm full with your holy lightGive me sanctionCan you bring me back to life?Save me from the painI'm falling downDon't you hear me calling?I need you nowFill me 'til I'm full with your holy lightGive me sanctionCan you bring me back to life?I been running from the pain in my brainGot stains on my scene while I search for the real meSearch for the real me, lost in the nightI only talk to angels when I'm lost in a heightI don't really wanna get lost in my mindSo I pray until I feel I'm getting lost in the vibeThen I took the bottle up and I drink it to my what?Yep, drink it to my fucking souls lost in my eyesBut I don't really wanna drown no, cuz I'm not that trustingBut I'mma keep coming 'round though, till I'm sure that I found somethingAnd when I tell you what it is, you better talk to God, rememberNo feelings, no thoughts allowedAnd if pain's a trapdoor then I need GodSo send someone to come walk me outBut don't think, don't talk about itWait, don't sing, don't tell nobodyWait, don't drink, don't fail your bodyWait, don't scream, no, fucking shout itSee, these voices in my head are the fucking loudestSo belligerent, so fucking rowdyAnd my tunnel vision's so fucking cloudedAnd I don't really have a motherfucking outletSo, I talk to God, but I don't really know if He can hear meBut you know him well, and I think that you could bring him near meSo I keep praying, every word that I keep sayingEvery part of me that I needed shield fromEvery part of me that needs savingNone of this's real, when it calls toThought I found you, now I'm lost tooI've been listening to service sermonsA lotta redefining, a lot of words rewordedA lotta thoughts detected and thoughts suggestedA lotta stuff that resonates with certain personsI've been searching for the truth but it's embedded in liesRead every single verse until I'm red in my eyesAnd God only hear you when you offering tiesAnd protection is the truthBut when the Devil's a lieBut what am I to do when the Devil is I?And everything I touch seems to shrivel and die?My mama always said I was a rebel insideBut now I'm looking for some peace and a benevolent IAnd how it feels to need that, some humbling pieAnd how long it will take when it comes from the skyMeans I'll probably be waiting until I crumble and dieAnd just wrestling with Satan while I'm struggling bySo, I think, I talk about itWait, I drink, I tell somebodyWait, I sink, I fail my bodyWait, I scream, I'm fucking shoutingCuz these voices in my head are the fucking loudestSo belligerent, so fucking rowdyAnd my tunnel vision's so fucking cloudedAnd I don't really have a motherfucking outletSo, I talk to God, but I don't really know if He can hear meAnd you know him well, and I think that you could bring him near meSo I keep praying, everything that I keep sayingEvery part of me that I needed shield fromEvery part of me that needs savingDid he die on the cross for this?Do you have any fucking proof?Everything here is man-madeAnd I'm just searching for some fucking truthCuz everything they told me not to doHas always made me question what freedom isWhy listen to the words when they not from you?And why feel judged when I freely live?Now I know what the fucking root of evil isAnd why peace is dead, but evil livesEverybody thinking they can talk to youAnd what they believe in they hearts are trueNow they feel that they had the right to persecuteJudge, [?]Now I don't really know who wrote the BibleBut nothing under the sun goes unrecycledTake every shot you have with a fucking rifleCuz you rarely ever get a chance for revivalSo, just think, just talk about itWait, just think, just tell somebodyWait, don't blink, don't fail your bodyWait, just scream, just fucking shout itSo the voices in your head fall abruptly silentAnd the blood in your veins flows rough and violentAnd you see everything with your lifted eyelidsAnd every burden you carry is eventually lightedAnd you talk to God, even when you ain't sure he hears youWhen you give it to Him, tell Him, He can keep the pain and fears tooAnd you keep praying, only now you don't repeat sayingCuz you know when you let it go, then you receive savingHow many people here look for Jesus to solve their problems?Lots of peopleAnd how many of those people are fixed?None of them know fucking about shitThey're all fucking fucked upAnything to help you escapeIt takes it, it takes something to just say"Fuck it! This is reality, I'm gonna deal with it"But do we ever really deal with it?Deal with it, stop running, stop trying to find these substitutesStop trying to find Jesus in strangers, and Jesus in church and GodAnd find God in yourselfPowerful thing, yeah?
