Yes Lord
Yes Lord
Waking up the woke with these melancholy synonyms
Cashing out the broke, how I'm feeling, need a stimulus
Really though I'm glad I made it out the wilderness
Yeah I used to sharpen spears but I've never used a hollow tip
Really I'm a pacifist
Never owned a weapon in my life besides these adjectives
You could say I'm younger in the tooth than in my rhetoric
I'm coming of age
One day they might just take my life and write it into a play
Today I might just take my own life, pour it out at His feet
I pray the Lord forgive my sins but am I drowning too deep, to be saved?
Moonlight glancing off the bubbles above
I throw myself against the current praying someone come and lift me up
Someone's humming gospel in a chapel, heart breaking up
Crying as they pray the Spirit save 'em from the whelming flood
Exhaling the pain that they been penning up
And that's the reason why I pen my story as I sip from this communion cup
This is my confessional
You're listening to a man who's known the gospel since a 1 year old
Yet still fights with doubts because religion's paradoxical
Control and enslavement, twist the truth and call it spiritual
Pious when it's Sunday but on Friday out here hurling stones
Scale covered eyes, I search each note to find a different chord
Beauty in the eye of the beholder, guess I'll hold my own
Really though the whole world in the hand of He who made it so
Yeah he made it so
Yes Lord
Waking up the woke with these melancholy synonyms
Cashing out the broke, how I'm feeling, need a stimulus
Really though I'm glad I made it out the wilderness
Yeah I used to sharpen spears but I've never used a hollow tip
Really I'm a pacifist
Never owned a weapon in my life besides these adjectives
You could say I'm younger in the tooth than in my rhetoric
I'm coming of age
One day they might just take my life and write it into a play
Today I might just take my own life, pour it out at His feet
I pray the Lord forgive my sins but am I drowning too deep, to be saved?
Moonlight glancing off the bubbles above
I throw myself against the current praying someone come and lift me up
Someone's humming gospel in a chapel, heart breaking up
Crying as they pray the Spirit save 'em from the whelming flood
Exhaling the pain that they been penning up
And that's the reason why I pen my story as I sip from this communion cup
This is my confessional
You're listening to a man who's known the gospel since a 1 year old
Yet still fights with doubts because religion's paradoxical
Control and enslavement, twist the truth and call it spiritual
Pious when it's Sunday but on Friday out here hurling stones
Scale covered eyes, I search each note to find a different chord
Beauty in the eye of the beholder, guess I'll hold my own
Really though the whole world in the hand of He who made it so
Yeah he made it so
Yes Lord
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Writer(s): Nicholas Riley
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