the bone closet : would you tear off my wings to watch me try and fly. you left me and i'm left wondering. where do i go from here? why did you do this to me? i know as christ has forgiven me, i have forgiven you. where do i go from here? why daddy? why did you do this to me? i love you!
identity crisis : convictions smouldered in pride your soul inflicted with pain, dementia staking your claim, perimiters no longer sane. you've filtered through all the lies and still come out void of truth, how can this be true? truth is only in one. rebellion consumes your tormented soulbecause you've exchanged the truth for a lie. exalting yourself in yourself in your image, you've bit the hook and you mock in your tears. you don't understand, nations would melt at the faint of his hand. mercy is calling, mercy is calling. bleeding proceeds from your soul! your pseudo "satanic" is taking its toll. meaningless life, idenity crisis. the sky is crumbling, the moon is like blood. you won't be laughing, when there's gnashing of teeth.
crucible of suffering : spotless lamb's atonement, slaves set free by ransom, scourge themselves with cat o'nines, and nail themselves to bloody transoms, finished once for all, yet religion flogs its priests, filthy rags as sacrifices, for a lonely dark nights feast, peace on silver platters, offered best to worst, yet gnashing teeth mutter penance, hopeless rehearsed, spilling putred blood, crimson to bloodily crimson, dust to stinging death, in their crucible of suffering.
calloused : the machine's left you blind and twisted between the throne of this culture, they've slowly raped your mind and told you that you're nothing without them. brainwashed to conform but their plasticizing isn't for everyone. their purpose to pusue gain, baiting you with insecurities exploitation- a widespread form of wickedness in a world of lust that sees beyond your cothing but not your skin, i won't be seized by this worlds lies because i know what it's like to wear that mask and bleed on the inside this calloused world - i will bow down to it never, the axe is at the root.
brutality enthroned : what does it take to put an end to the pain? if trust has been raped then how can hope remain blind guides, power claimed divine though they can't explain and injustice still remains, i can't endure it forever, what can i say but shine your light on their reign, until that day, i'll just keep watch and pray for grace, for hope, blackout...for i can do no more.
travail : from the depths of despair my lord. i cry out for you to save me. hear my cry. lend your ear to my prayer if you oh lord kept a record of sins. who could survive, but you delight in forgiveness that we would learn to fear your name i worship, i trust in you. Lord God almighty, who was and is and is to come, i'll forever praise you. you save my life with your outstretched arms i believe in the one that died for me.
vine : in your wounds the truth concealed, your word speaks faith to be revealed, how can you stand this carnal mind which strives to contend with your pow'r divine, can't you see this inequity inside of me, from the grieving that my spirit's seething? i'd swear you still feel the nails, you oh lord are the breath in my lungs and the eyes to see how sweet that is yet my inner man despises your ways, self is killing me! what a wretched man i am. why do i do these things i hate? why do i have to push so far? save me from myself! abiding in him i will draw life from the vine i'll never die.
bury the dark : pleaded the case of the saved and the lost. worshipped with fools who spit on the cross held tightly to the hands of the living dead, forsook the poor when i held back my bread. treading through trenches of lukewarm disgrace conscience is seared, convictions erased in desperation i gasp out an utterance. scratching at the veil with a mustard seed of innocence now we move on to where darkness seems to reign. spirit of life i feel your descend. lift me to my feet so as to walk again, through it all what i've learned is this, if you bury the dark it won't cease to exist. now we move on to where darkness seems to reign, get behind me satan for i have overcome you. blood torn from emmanuels veins have drawn me near. he will never leave me nor forsake me i belong to him, salvation secured by my God. salvation purposed in Christ
