Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Synagogue, artist - Angel Haze. Album song Dirty Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Black Synagogue |
Save me from the pain |
I’m falling down |
Don’t you hear me calling? |
I need you now |
Fill me 'til I’m whole with your holy light |
Give me sanction |
Can you bring me back to life? |
I been running from the pain in my brain |
Got stains on my scene while I search for the real me |
Search for the real me, lost in the night |
Only talk to angels when I’m lost in a height |
I don’t really wanna get lost in my mind |
So I pray until I feel I’m getting lost in the vibe |
Then I took the bottle up and I drink it to my what? |
Yep, drink it to my fucking soul’s lost in my eyes |
But I don’t really wanna drown no, 'cuz I’m not that trusting |
But I’ma keep coming 'round though, till I’m sure that I found something |
And when I tell you what it is, you better talk to God, remember |
No feelings, no thoughts allowed |
And if pain’s a trapdoor then I need God |
And so send someone to come walk me out |
But don’t think, don’t talk about it |
Wait, don’t sing, don’t tell nobody |
Wait, don’t drink, don’t fail your body |
Wait, don’t scream, no, fucking shout it |
See, these voices in my head are the fucking loudest |
So belligerent, so fucking rowdy |
And my tunnel vision’s so fucking clouded |
And I don’t really have a motherfucking outlet |
So, I talk to God, but I don’t really know if He can hear me |
But you know Him well, and I think that you could bring Him near me |
So I keep praying, every word that I keep saying |
Every part of me that I needed shield from |
Every part of me that needs saving |
None of this’s real, when it calls you |
Thought I found you, now I’m lost too |
I’ve been listening to service sermons |
A lotta redefining, a lot of words reworded |
A lotta thoughts detected and thoughts suggested |
A lotta stuff that resonates with certain persons |
I’ve been searching for the truth but it’s embedded in lies |
Read every single verse until I’m red in my eyes |
And God’ll only hear you when you offering ties |
And protection is the truth |
But when the Devil’s a lie |
But 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 inside |
But now I’m looking for some peace and a benevolent I |
And how it feels to need that, some humbling pie |
And how long it will take when it comes from the sky |
Means I’ll probably be waiting until I crumble and die |
And just wrestling with Satan while I’m struggling by |
So, I think, I talk about it |
Wait, I drink, I tell somebody |
Wait, I sink, I fail my body |
Wait, I scream, I’m fucking shouting |
Cause these voices in my head are the fucking loudest |
So belligerent, so fucking rowdy |
And my tunnel vision’s so fucking clouded |
And I don’t really have a motherfucking outlet |
So, I talk to God, but I don’t really know if He can hear me |
And you know him well, and I think that you could bring him near me |
So I keep praying, everything that I keep saying |
Every part of me that I needed shield from |
Every part of me that needs saving |
Did he die on the cross for this? |
Do you have any fucking proof? |
Everything here is man-made |
And I’m just searching for some fucking truth |
Cause everything they ever told me not to do |
Has always made me question what freedom is |
Why 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 is |
And why peace is dead, but evil lives |
Everybody thinking they can talk to you |
And what they believe in they hearts are true |
Now they feel that they had the right to persecute |
Judge, doom to hell and come first to you |
Now I don’t really know who wrote the Bible |
But nothing under the sun goes unrecycled |
Take every shot you have with a fucking rifle |
Cause you rarely ever get a chance for revival |
So, just think, just talk about it |
Wait, just think, just tell somebody |
Wait, don’t blink, don’t fail your body |
Wait, just scream, just fucking shout it |
So the voices in your head fall abruptly silent |
And the blood in your veins flows rough and violent |
And you see everything with your lifted eyelids |
And every burden you carry is eventually lighted |
And you talk to God, even when you ain’t sure he hears you |
And you give it to Him, tell Him, He can keep the pain and fears too |
And you keep praying, only now you don’t repeat sayings |
Cuz you know when you let it go, then you receive savin |
«How many people here look for Jesus to solve their problems? |
Lots of people. |
And how many of those people are fixed? |
None of them know fucking about shit, |
they’re all fucking fucked up. |
Anything to help you escape. |
It 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 substitutes? |
Stop trying to find Jesus in strangers, |
and Jesus in church, and God, and find God in yourself. |
Powerful thing, yeah?» |