Snare of the Fowler

We would rather just, we would rather just
Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us
The elevation of our craft could be miraculous
But we would rather just, we would rather just
We would rather just, we would rather just
Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us
The elevation of our craft could be miraculous
But we would rather just, we would rather

Oh the apathy
I pray when you hear this that you get back to me
I'd rather be turning melody into masterpiece
But I laid out a vision reminiscent of the Maccabees
Cuz I'm hear to go to war with idols that just sound wack to me
The game's afoot

Consider the quality of the faith you put
In words with no meaning
Busy feening all over latest hooks
That have you feeling good
When you really could
Be checking what's underneath the hood
Well this might leave you shook
At cycles you've endured your whole life
You've been settling for less
You injected their projection cuz their flow relieved the stress
And when their problems became your problems
You're left cleaning up the mess
You don't feel finessed?

The rose colored glass has jagged edges, sharp to the touch
But I wield a sword, double edged, it's mean in the clutch
It's just too much
Cognitive dissonance in a sense it's absurd
We've been blinded to these words
Blinded to these words

They don't talk about after sex, when you have to say goodbye
They don't talk about reality sinking in after every high
They don't talk about how money can't make anybody love you
They don't talk about how having everything
Can take every thing from you

Unfaithful
Ungrateful
Hateful
Unstable
Relationships
Deadly addictions, worst afflictions
I don't think we were made for this
Superstition or unbelief
I don't think that we prayed for this
Yes the status quo is dangerous
The status quo is dangerous

*interlude*
"Once again we lift up our hands to an unknown God"

We would rather just, we would rather just
Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us
The elevation of our craft could be miraculous
But we would rather just, we would rather just
We would rather just, we would rather just
Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us
The elevation of our craft could be miraculous
But we would rather just, we would rather just

What's the meaning of all this corrosion
Vendettas, evil agendas, they were Ill-chosen
Sin keeps whispering, birthing commotion
Negligence and ignorance are tightly interwoven

Suppressing this new birth my Father seeks to bestow me with
Bleeding out, all the while writing theses on oxytocin
Contradictions, irregularities in my approach meant
The deceptions and conspiracies made further encroachments

Between covers budded seeds of pure destruction
Plucked the sanctity of marriage out
And tried to deconstruct it
An evil notion twisted quotients made a false deduction
Found novelty of sex at my expense when I was younger

Back when I was younger post-sleeping on the bunker
I was cavalier, rocked a fade like Iman Shumpert
I need a new cluster cuz your fruit can cure hunger
All them grapes of wrath I had had me 6 under

Heavenly structure shatters
Weak, beat, bruised and scattered
What's the matter?
We want more full course platters
And thereafter, deal with the disaster
Hoping to heal what I've torn running between these two masters

Such was thus discussed between my soul and mammon
They've been unstable characters
Now I'm amidst a famine, consequences examined
And then what happened? I felt defenseless
But pride's a temptress, so who could fathom
What I did next with my free actions
Had me locked and bounded, further confounded
Endlessly surrounded, till I treaded the mountain
And what I found is, despite all past wickedness
My God could still surmount it
I was honestly astounded
Now I tote a pen, a fountain
To etch this fountain of words He's abounding in
The center of my rifts, hooks, bars, bridges, and choruses
Such is the beauty of deliverance
Trusting in Him enhances how I deliver this