1. |
Our Room
01:49
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2. |
I Am Not
03:05
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Draw your blade!
This is swordplay you don’t know what you’re doing here or why.
Break your back!
For a chance to be all you wanted to and never question
“Who are you to drag me down take all I have
If stealings what you need to do ill never tell you have you live your life.
But just for a second reconsider,
Cause people still have feelings to and families, friends we work for till we die.
Wait right there just a second,
I didn’t hear you, I didn’t hear you
When you shot my son with the bullet
We can’t forgive you, we cant forgive you.
We bow our heads in silence as we loath the God who tore
our very life and blood from this tired earth.
Just answer me!
What have I done?!
Why did you take my love?
What was your motive?
I can’t seem to rationalize the way you treated me.
But maybe I’ve been asking all the wrong questions, placing blame and copping out because I know that:
You are light you are love you’re all I need,
You’re my defense my righteous you’re everything.
I’m sorry for the words I say,
Because in all reality,
You are all I need and I am not.
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3. |
Desert Boy
05:03
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The saints they lived and died for peace
And I thirst for the water that ran through their veins.
With love and holy things, a promise
To live like you’re a friend.
Stained glass with tidy frames.
The picture is prettier than the light they cast.
It’s only a facade lacking substance, lacking pain.
Now I am lost, it's factory standard to be
Broken in the way we are.
Hopeless, you showed me the way.
Wait, anticipate when I'll find peace but I'm sorry,
Is not enough to numb the pain.
Dark, here, I'm all alone.
I'm searching for a place called home for me,
For you, for anyone to be genuinely accepted
For the way we are.
Without judgment, without pain.
Without pain
They were traitors to the family I claimed;
For lies, for lust, for selfish gain.
That "family" traded me to the wolves (to the wolves)
With blood on their teeth they came.
Stabbed me in the back, deserted me, and left me for dead;
But with my colorful coat I forgive you
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4. |
Compass
01:55
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Dull grey, the silence speaks in honesty.
I listen but I chose not to hear.
The mirror shows it's really blame to see you've come again.
I live closest with my enemy.
I cannot escape myself.
I cannot escape.
Broken hearts and empty phrases.
Look to see what you've done again.
Who am I in words to speak of?
Who am I?
I've always preached honesty, but honestly I've always lied to myself.
I've always claimed good intentions,
But rarely intended the outcome.
I've never picked sides, avoided the divides.
I've never picked sides, for fear of believing lies.
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6. |
Some Things
03:45
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Life is not some tragic game,
But we always play it safe
For the sake of being sane.
We never use our brain.
There's not much here worth dying for
Even in the places that we call home.
Living only seems to be in vain
But there is hope even in our shame.
Some things are better seen in the dark.
Some things are better not seen at all.
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7. |
Foremost
04:02
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Picking myself apart.
Saying things that I would never say, or do.
Persecute my closest friends, lie bout when I do.
Crowd around the crowd to watch kids get kicked and bruised.
I pretend like I am praying; surely, I am not.
I am a mantis, I have been caught.
But I received mercy for this reason:
That in me as the foremost,
In me as the foremost Jesus Christ might
Display his perfect patience and his kindness,
His love that mends the broken,
And teaches me that I’m not past forgiveness.
Speaking the words of truth.
Mending bones that I could never mend myself.
Breathing life into my lungs,
Showing me the way.
Patiently my teacher;
Teaching to obey.
Guiding me upon still waters,
Trusting in his way.
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8. |
Reprise
02:24
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Lost is such a lonely word.
Screaming, wishing to be heard.
Take me from this life of hurt.
Bring me peace through virgin birth.
Fear and doubt remorse reversed.
Chose to lift me from this curse.
Breathe your life into my lungs.
Let me know your kingdoms come.
And I am not at a lost for words
Because of you.
You came to me, shown me truth,
Made me new.
I have escaped.
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9. |
New
04:41
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We can talk deeply for hours, lose track of time and embrace our time together. You’re my best friend for a reason,
And I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I’ll never forget the day you came to me and said
That you feel new.
It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you all of these years
And I tear up thinking about how far we’ve come
How far you’ve come
I’ve stood by you through thick and thin. I need you more than you think. I’ll stay up beside you if you need. We’ll take on the world, hand in hand.
Because I really do know. I understand you deeply.
And I know it’s scary to be vulnerable,
But just work with me.
I know that you feel broken.
And not the broken you always hear about in love songs.
Not the clichés of a conversation gone south.
I mean broken as in the “God must have made a mistake” type of broken.
The “I must be a defective product” type of broken.
And when you finally sum up the courage to say how you really feel, people look at you like the forsaken mess that you are.
With condescending smiles and empty words you are assured that you belong, but the truth is you want to be in pain.
It feels more real than being alive, to be on the brink of despair
And then you realize this only perpetuates the notion that maybe you are broken.
That the desperate attempt to accumulate sympathy has you scrambling for more.
The addictive property of attention can be a sharp sword.
It cuts through your legitimacy and jeopardizes your identity
Because eventually you become nothing more than a project.
But you’re okay with that; at least someone cares, or at least they say they do. When will you finally believe me when I tell you that you’re loved?
Because I will spill my guts and swallow them again over and over until you finally get it.
I will be there for the lows, I promise
I will be there for the lows.
So if you trust me, grab my hand and I will make you see that you mean the world and that a world without you isn’t complete.
You are loved, entirely.
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10. |
Where It Comes From
07:39
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Cracks in the floorboard, creaking each step.
This house is speaking; whispers and says,
“Are you ready now? Can you step outside
This time?”
Look out the window, breathe on the glass.
Making excuses; scared to go back.
Am I ready now? Can I step outside
This time?
The last time that I went out there
The wind whipped hard and cut the cold
Words were spoken, tears were shed.
I don’t think I can trust again.
Lock myself Inside my house.
My family calls; call me out.
They ask me why I can’t trust.
This is where it comes from.
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