| I can’t always rely on my desires
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| But I treat them like the Messiah
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| I can’t always rely on my desires
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| But I treat them like the Messiah
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| Whatever it is that gives that feeling that we can’t live without
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| The joys we try to get that only God can give we highly doubt
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| What allures and arouses the heart we can’t figure out
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| But it’s the quickest way to account for what we prize
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| And are most proud about
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| These «gods» make promises but always lie to us
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| The kind of lies that says they’ll keep us safe and satisfy us
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| We blame the lies outside of us
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| But it’s the lie that lies inside that captures the depth of desires and false
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| messiahs
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| We seek pleasure in anything, we overestimate everything
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| Endlessly trusting in empty entities
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| Secretly searching for anything in moments of blessing
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| While exiting edicts of Eden over our ecstasy
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| When a good God gives good gifts we generally tend to twist the list
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| And take the list of good gifts that God tends to give and make general «gods»
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| out of gifts
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| I suppose what exposes the worship in most of us
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| Is a close look at most of our thoughts, fears, and emotions
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| No matter what I do
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| I can’t ever make it last
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| I just repeat my past
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| I’m so broken
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| So much I thought I knew
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| All the things that I pursued
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| I’m worse off than before
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| I can’t always rely on my desires
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| But I treat them like the Messiah
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| I can’t always rely on my desires
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| But I treat them like the Messiah
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| The saddest fact is that I search for satisfaction
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| As if I lack it when in fact I lack nothing
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| That’s the reason for my lackluster prayer life
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| And my lust for distractions, it’s so easy to see in hindsight
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| I must confess it’s the mess I acknowledge when I’m
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| Stalling on my responsibilities and don’t apologize, but make excuses
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| Like my physical exhaustion is a license for narcissism
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| And speaking recklessly without caution
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| I often wonder, why I’m so awkward in conversations
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| Wishing I could switch places, envious of others
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| But my envy is a reflex of my ignorance
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| Cause I don’t know the details of their daily existence
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| I just assume the weight I carry is the heaviest
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| But I’ve never been a heavweight
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| My legs get heavy when I wait
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| Hope deferred so I prefer the immediate
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| And exchange the true God for what seems more expedient
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| It’s meaningless
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| I can’t always rely on my desires
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| But I treat them like the Messiah
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| I can’t always rely on my desires
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| But I treat them like the Messiah
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| Help us not be haste when it comes to temporal blessings
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| And always see them for what they’re actually meant to be
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| A mere extension of Your love and kindness
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| Extended to an undeserved humanity
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| Help us not see greater value in the gifts You give
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| And not become distracted from their intended desires
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| May we regard the world and all that is in it
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| As nothing compared to the satisfaction of knowing
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| Our Messiah |