| There is a lesson to learn when someone can crash and burn.
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| Are we just waiting for our turn? |
| Is there any concern?
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| We force-fed our own minds with something that was never mine.
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| We do this every time, we do this every time.
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| It takes two to make a relationship survive,
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| but it only takes one to make it die.
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| That’s why I’m here to sever my ties.
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| I’m sick of this sickness, with God as my witness, I’m fine.
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| Mocking and hating those with the truth.
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| Flocking and rating the knot on this noose.
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| Are we acting in the name of edginess
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| or deep down is this just an act of prejudice?
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| Tightening the ropes of understanding and manhandling the stands rambling with
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| crowds of widows and orphans
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| ready to be fed with nourishment of the body. |
| But when we break bread,
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| we feed heads.
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| We suffocate minds to ignore life and only see the consequences of death.
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| Blind sheep can’t use grass and feed as their shepherd.
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| We must not let our heart and mind be severed.
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| Cause where is the religion in love and the love in religion?
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| We’re taught if we want to go to heaven we must keep them mutually exclusive.
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| We’re told tradition is the misleading of staggered preaching,
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| the seeking of reaping what was sown by the heavy hearts
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| and shackled hands of men that we don’t even love but rather see as utility.
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| But the progress we seek is not always rooted in love,
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| sometimes just rooted in the need to seem unique
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| but still similar to the masses when we get on our hands and knees
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| to avoid shaping into a windowless view in the first four pews
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| as we spew cyclical phrases at an altar to alter the altered state of refuge
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| we never saw when we were clung into what we were taught would teach us how to
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| pray.
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| Is everyone like this? |
| No, I doubt it. |
| But I can tell you sometimes I am,
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| and it makes me sick.
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| I used to be scared that I wasn’t sharing love honestly,
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| and now I’m not scared at all. |
| Now I’m not scared at all.
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| And that’s what scares me the most. |
| Forgive me, forgive me. |