The House God Built
Never gonna make it
Barefoot in this desert
Where coyote packs prowl
When the sun goes down
A lovely place to lay
A lovely place to bury her
Mindless mantras take the place of absolutes
Ultimately unhallowed, and hollow
Would never pass the test of truth
The spoof is that the truth can not be proven
An apparition locked in constant movement
But it's never moving beyond the binds that tie
Space and times entangled laces
Face to face with I Am
World centerfold of all creation
Turn nothing to dust, dust turns to Adam
Adam turns from God, Serpent curses future generations
The truth is written few and far between, can barely read
It's braille for blind eyes
Whos minds weren't smitten with the chains to keep reality
I don't want to keep reality
What's reality?
It's a humble beginning of love and tragic fall from heaven's gates
To find my place among garbage in the gutters of the human race
I roll with them
They vibe with me
Wading waste in sewage deep
Among the sleep and half awake, can barely play the village creep
Fuck it!
Never gonna make it
Barefoot in this desert
Where coyote packs prowl
When the sun goes down
A lovely place to lay
A lovely place to bury her
Open wide the floodgates of the inner minds Sanctum
You might just catch them faking
When the curtains called, faces breaking
Taken by the thing that prowls the forest edge at night
Between the tree of each synapse
In which my brain contructed what is right
That few centimeters in my skull I call me
Is the holy ground of turf
Blessed with crickets from the churping of publicity
The venom's on the inside soaking
Calligriphied names along the skull are still spoken
The door to my thought-crime, is open when my eyes shut
Tight enough for you to disappear
Goodbye and Goodluck
And fuck you for thinking you think you knew me
Hell I think not
This house stands firm, built by God from the bottom up
Barefoot in this desert
Where coyote packs prowl
When the sun goes down
A lovely place to lay
A lovely place to bury her
Mindless mantras take the place of absolutes
Ultimately unhallowed, and hollow
Would never pass the test of truth
The spoof is that the truth can not be proven
An apparition locked in constant movement
But it's never moving beyond the binds that tie
Space and times entangled laces
Face to face with I Am
World centerfold of all creation
Turn nothing to dust, dust turns to Adam
Adam turns from God, Serpent curses future generations
The truth is written few and far between, can barely read
It's braille for blind eyes
Whos minds weren't smitten with the chains to keep reality
I don't want to keep reality
What's reality?
It's a humble beginning of love and tragic fall from heaven's gates
To find my place among garbage in the gutters of the human race
I roll with them
They vibe with me
Wading waste in sewage deep
Among the sleep and half awake, can barely play the village creep
Fuck it!
Never gonna make it
Barefoot in this desert
Where coyote packs prowl
When the sun goes down
A lovely place to lay
A lovely place to bury her
Open wide the floodgates of the inner minds Sanctum
You might just catch them faking
When the curtains called, faces breaking
Taken by the thing that prowls the forest edge at night
Between the tree of each synapse
In which my brain contructed what is right
That few centimeters in my skull I call me
Is the holy ground of turf
Blessed with crickets from the churping of publicity
The venom's on the inside soaking
Calligriphied names along the skull are still spoken
The door to my thought-crime, is open when my eyes shut
Tight enough for you to disappear
Goodbye and Goodluck
And fuck you for thinking you think you knew me
Hell I think not
This house stands firm, built by God from the bottom up
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Keen, Kelsey Lee, Kelsey M Lee, Ryan Nelson
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