The Harpist

broken wings, listen, sing
finger to the harp, living in the strings
story of a man
takes his anointing, embraces the future, breaks the appointment
listen to the envy, hear that voice
listen while he misses all the grip and all the poise
shadow. man: replacing the 'matter-'
-all for the sake to 'save face for the latter'
seed with no roots: stuck to the surface
modus 'cold: blood' of a serpant
froom a 'dry' heart: 'floods' of in'surge'ance
living in the fear: love is imperfect
welcome to the realm: jealousy is king
fall to your knee. kiss that ring
he chose not to see, so god let him be
now the spirit recedes when the dark intervenes
but he takes two hands to disarm that silence
take him to the place where the dark can't find him
'sin in him (synonym)' is 'sick' and the 'meaning is the same:'
trading the anointing for meaning and the gain
repelling every element that elevates humility
jealousy is poison, sipping the acidity
sift through the sediment, sniff through the wreckage
'negative' for meaningful life, because he relinquished it
suspicion, anxiety, this paranoia
will rip through his eyes and dismiss metanoia
there is no repentance, there is no forgiveness
there is no intent to submit to his wishes
so bring him the horizon: bring that sea
this man's an island: hail that king
but when king's hearts are broken, there is no peace
so play now, my child, oh god, so help me!
now sing!
(postmoderndisco)
sing now my servant, sing to me slow (sing to me slow)
sing now with grace, sing now with hope (sing now with hope)
(i'm singing my song)
sing to me slow
sing to me slow
my servant, sing to me slow
(i'm singing my song)
sing now with hope
sing now with hope
strings of your harp, come
(i'm singing my song)
the king is now falling and so will his people
the singer now calling to free him from evil
slain in his thousands; break that score
thousands, thousands, thousands or more
the king is now fallen, it hit him the hardest
now bring him the head of the harpist
now he's plotting to kill all the talk the trill
hopped in his whip; topped in his fill
coffin is fixed and the arms are reloaded
the bombs how the tick and the barrels are smoking:
aiming for david, retain reputation
looking in caves as he paces the nation
he didn't just miss the appointment
he tore down the calendar, raped the anointing
paupers to kings and i'm naming them all
we all be the same, we all take a fall
we can't stand alone, we need help from god
so call on his name, he won't stray or stall
the literal reanimation of the inanimate
bringing life to the carcass, reminiscent of an animist
listen to the nature: worship so adamant
rocks on a canvas, glistening amethyst
trees will bow down; these acrobatics
will weave through the branches, feed all inhabitants
breathe now the breeze and see that his freedom
will breach all the evil and free all his people
complete me, my hero, you see through the fear
and you see me as righteous, clean, counting zero
the strikes i've committed were white and remitted
by stripes they inflicted, you died, i'm forgiven
no time for regret. no rhyme for the reason
of finding the past, consigning my hope to it
my eyes find alignment this season
the path may be narrow, but the lighting is decent
guide me, brighter than a candlelight
i'll salute when i see him in the afterlife
he'll play the harp again and my tongue will agree
obedience is greater than the sacrifice
now sing it
(postmoderndisco)
sing now my servant, sing to me slow (sing to me slow)
sing now with grace, sing now with hope (sing now with hope)
(i'm singing my song)
sing to me slow
sing to me slow
my servant, sing to me slow
(i'm singing my song)
sing now with hope
sing now with hope
strings of your harp, come
(i'm singing my song)