A concept partially or fully missed, the longevity of holiness
Has transferred from our backbone to our backburner
Old concepts are only exciting to new learners
Head turners to them, but we don’t even notice
We just sit around and try to figure out what the cheat code is
Like this is our precious time and he doesn’t deserve this
We’ve lost sight of our purpose and lost sight of his purchase
And we’ve heard this and that, yet it still never sinks in
The bar’s replaced the church as the highlight of our weekend
Knees bend as we’re hit from the blindside
With the realization that our willpower’s weaker than our hindsight
Not saying we can’t drink, not saying we can’t have fun
But we can’t serve two masters, we can only have one
This hazy mist of laziness has us beaten,
Defeatin ourselves hoping not to get caught cheatin
Dip one toe first, pretty soon we got both feet in
Then act like befuddled freaks when the puddle creeps
Till we’re knee-deep in our own filth and still saying “it wasn’t me”
No struggle leaves when we juggle these subtleties
And hope nobody sees like smuggled peas
Dying to tell the world what the missing puzzle piece is
But I’m left speechless like a muzzled beast is
I can’t say “Jesus” in front of you
I’ll make small talk, tell jokes, or make fun of you
But for some reason I freeze when I think of confronting you
About more important things than how much snow the latest forecast brings
Like I don’t know what the purpose of words is
Small talk is worthless and life serves a purpose

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Our health is decaying, we're self-medicating
Supernaturals battle as we straddle the fence
We're helplessly waiting for wealth, dreams are fading
The pauper's only chance was to shadow the prince

This time the glass is more than half empty
Like every year of our lives ever since we passed twenty
We know in our heads, but we gotta live this and plant it
In our hearts and not take forgiveness for granted
It’s not enough to hear it, we need to understand it
And live by the Spirit, the way that he planned it
We’re numb to the truth, it no longer excites us
Let’s hunt for some proof that he still lives inside us
The space in our hearts falling victim to trespassing
Just passing through, take turns matching and mixing
Pure things and sick things, something is missing
Like open wounds, the sting of this missing something hurts
Like body odor in a thrift store the emptiness lingers
My conscience says “try praying” but I can’t listen or say things
And every time that I try I wander off into dazed daydreams
And can’t focus and feel hopeless so I throw fits
The worst part of it all is that I know it’s
So close, yet it feels so far
Like a pitch black night playing Ghost in the Graveyard
Have you ever sat outside perusing the stars
And wondered if there’s more to life than boozing in bars
Have you ever asked yourself why you even exist
Have you ever asked yourself why you seem to get pissed
About the most minute things but ignore the biggest?
We’re selfish, we’re shallow, bordering on bigots
Stop making excuses, not breaking loose is a sin
We can’t live two lives concurrent and swim the current
And get pulled down and drown if there’s any deterrent

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