Open! Shut... (feat. Blue Saint)

Here I am all on my own again
Checking my phone again
Taking my role where I don't belong
Back against the wall
Towing the line again
Till you hear me
And I said I'm telling you
Here I am all on my own again
Checking my phone again
Taking my role where I don't belong
Back against the wall
Towing the line again
Till you hear me
And I said I'm telling you
Here I am all on my own again
Checking my phone again
Taking my role where I don't belong
Back against the wall
Towing the line again
Till you hear me
And I said I'm telling you
Here I am all on my own again
Checking my phone again
Taking my role where I don't belong
Back against the wall
Towing the line again
Till you hear me
And I said I'm telling you

'Cause I'm nothing but indifferent
Every moment is a pinch but
I convince myself to follow
Safely stuck down in my hollow
I've been holding on to
Pointless notions of self violence
Timeless place where no-one listens
Suffered silence never glistens
Finally got a pot to live in
See the vultures in position
Intermittent tunnel vision
Keeps my black out ticker
Ticking to the rhythm
Days I waste could be replaced
But not a vision of your face
And now what's inner's dimmer
Not a killer
Just another sinner

Here I am all on my own again
Checking my phone again
Taking my role where I don't belong
Back against the wall
Towing the line again
Till you hear me
And I said I'm telling you
Here I am all on my own again
Checking my phone again
Taking my role where I don't belong
Back against the wall
Towing the line again
Till you hear me
And I said I'm telling you

Khata, what is sin? (sin)
It's missing the mark of Elohim's goals
You're drifting apart from Heaven when your soul
Is slipping in darkness, say again
Khata, what is sin?
It's missing the mark of Elohim's goals
You're drifting apart from Heaven when your soul
Is slipping in darkness, come again?

What happens when your harbouring a heart full of harmful tense
Arguments that scar your chest with horrid stress?
I've been hollering in my room, more or less
'Cause awfulness sits on a spoon full of sorrow, dressed, in horror
Threatening me to swallow mess
And obvious, ominous problems
But I don't swallow it
I let myself invest in El Shaddai, before I die, and my nephesh rests
'Cause I know my soul's made whole, I'm forever blessed
I was dead in my transgresses before Heaven sent
Medicine through Yeshua's blood, that was shed
An endlessness that would prevent, the second death
'Cause through the living bread, I was fed and would get
Eternal life through Jesus Christ, so I went
From feeling hollow then, being adopted in
Elohim's family, now I'm home again