Southern Drawl
And we were lost cause
The path before us
Set in more clear
And is it a lost thought
Though that blur in the lens scratches through
In constructing that shade you've made
Well tell me now how is it well
When your free will
We're certain that it's let you go
Still a slave letting down of any and all self control
We understand the commemoration here for these self pleasing ambitions
When comfort here is self propelled do refrain
I never left
I never lived until I walked away
so appalled by these subtleties
Is it easier to stay or get out now why you can
In constructing that shade you've made
Well tell me now how is it well
When your free will
We're certain that it's let you go
But a slave letting down of any and all self control
Brother if ever there comes the day that I question that faith
Recuse me of my name
Strip my namesake away
Birthed or born to what means do these finite minds construct living or breathing here so complacently
Construct within this home a peace a place that is known shelter from the storm
Just the tip of your finger is but a drip let it quench this thirst my tongue is a fire it won't relent
In everything be sure and avoid mistakes those clean hands can make
And think again in thinking of balancing the scales beyond any reproach
Only a servant to yourself you've served neither hot nor the cold
In this estate I can no longer
The path before us
Set in more clear
And is it a lost thought
Though that blur in the lens scratches through
In constructing that shade you've made
Well tell me now how is it well
When your free will
We're certain that it's let you go
Still a slave letting down of any and all self control
We understand the commemoration here for these self pleasing ambitions
When comfort here is self propelled do refrain
I never left
I never lived until I walked away
so appalled by these subtleties
Is it easier to stay or get out now why you can
In constructing that shade you've made
Well tell me now how is it well
When your free will
We're certain that it's let you go
But a slave letting down of any and all self control
Brother if ever there comes the day that I question that faith
Recuse me of my name
Strip my namesake away
Birthed or born to what means do these finite minds construct living or breathing here so complacently
Construct within this home a peace a place that is known shelter from the storm
Just the tip of your finger is but a drip let it quench this thirst my tongue is a fire it won't relent
In everything be sure and avoid mistakes those clean hands can make
And think again in thinking of balancing the scales beyond any reproach
Only a servant to yourself you've served neither hot nor the cold
In this estate I can no longer
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Writer(s): Jordan Johnson, Clayton Griffin, James Rich
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