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Exit Flesh
01:34
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Bleed me and drain me of the humours
So I never feel again
Confusion. Removed. Forever.
Drain, exit flesh, drain, exit flesh, drain-drain-drain-drain
With nothing left to continuously stab me in the brain
Endless. Meaningless. Nonsense.
Open me so I can see
Could I just see it ticking?
Sever something! Anything!
SLICE IT OUT
And implant a machine
It seems hearts can't understand what they've seen
Something, somewhere, mechanize me
I'll admit some parts of this heart need surgery
Rip something out and make it stop!
Everything is anticlimax!
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Everything Is Anticlimax
02:04
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Lessons aren't ever learned, never worth trying
I can't keep trying
I'm just lying
I'm trying
But that might be a lie too
Straining eyes for silver lines
In clouded judgment black
Burning down my landmark monuments of progress
Circle-running frantic
Child to disbelieve
The Spirit that I've grieved
Now I've been deceived
Message received:
GROW UP PLEASE
And the big finish?
I call thorns what are merely leaves
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I Call Thorns
03:07
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I call thorns!
I call thorns, come and lie with me
I call thorns comforting,
For I dread the pain that comes with healing
Stabbed and sliced by the budding of trees
Mind-trapped in chambers of hyperbole
Shade of the branches a cover for me
I call their comfort pure agony
Ingratitude is my vice so vile
And I'll wander forever a self-orphaned child
Thorns for this branch that has fled from the Vine
Thankless the roots drunk on grace like cheap wine
Thankless heart overdrive
Overstate broadcasted woes
Sinful thoughts indulgence
Captive again
I call thorns!
I call thorns, come and lie with me
I call thorns comforting,
For I dread the pain that comes with healing
Loneliness rooted in futility
Bowing the branches to vanity's plea
Stubbornness hungry for misery's feast
Love is in vain when it's spent on the least bit of
Comfort for thankless heart overdrive
Overstate broadcasted woes
Sinful thoughts indulgence
Captive again
Rejoice not over me, O my enemy; when I fall, I shall rise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord will be a light to me. I will bear the indignation of the Lord because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my cause and executes judgment for me. He will bring me out to the light; I shall look upon his vindication.
(For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.)
(Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us—for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who is hanged on a tree” —
so that in Christ Jesus the blessing of Abraham might come to the Gentiles, so that we might receive the promised Spirit through faith.)
(And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him,
and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him, they mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”)
(Then Pilate took Jesus and flogged him.
And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head and arrayed him in a purple robe. They came up to him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” and struck him with their hands.)
(2 Cor. 5:21; Gal. 3:13-14; Matt. 27:28-29; John 19:1-3, Micah 7:8-9)
Crown of thorns! You wore thorns when You died for me
I call thorns comforting
You showed me love is in veins opened up like a stream
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Love Is In Veins
02:31
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Love is in veins opened up like a stream gushing from a broken dam eroding for the streams of anguish flowing into the flesh of God
Love is suffering on behalf of those whose wounds are self-inflicted
Torment like vomit formed into nails flowing into flesh, I exchange for innocent blood
Wars I fought with me
Love released
Blood for peace
Love released blood for peace
Love released blood for peace
High above this heart still failing
Panicked violence of my being
End now my misguided flailing
I have done enough stabbing
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I have done enough stabbing in the dark
At enemies that do not exist
I hate knowing that it took me so long
To figure out I could be at peace
Rollercoaster super speed crash landing
Countless hours spent fighting with myself
Up and down
This desperate, wretched, heap of a man as king of fools is crowned
I let go all hope
But the one who's wrong is me
While You bleed and are worthy
So make me what You know is best
Bid my madness exit flesh!
Yeah the one who's wrong is me
But You died to set me free
So make me what You know is best
Bid my madness exit flesh!
For the one who's wrong is me
Oh my God, You are worthy!
So make me what You know is best
Bid my madness exit flesh!
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