Sep 2019
Tower of Silence - Track 5
Verse 1
Listen
Is this just my own selfish ambition?
All my doubt is taking over my vision
Could the letters in my head be my mission?
Or would the go ahead and be better off dead?
Would someone ever listen to this point or am I just missing?
Question
Is this my commission or am I just faking submission?
I must be ignoring the lesson
‘Cause I don’t know if I am dying or living
Or if dying is even worth giving
This is my faith that He’s testing, but I’m denying His blessings
Because for His sake, I’m abusing His grace
The name plate, isn’t His face
I’ve been given a new name to exclaim
But I walk and I will stay the same
I’ll talk but I’m repeating the game
Taken His own life to make a way
Given His Son in order to save
But I’ve made my own way to the grave
So whether this is dying or living
I’m so far from fulfilling
I’m too far from flying
I think I’m dying
( At least you’re trying )
Pre-Chorus
I want to fly
But why can’t I
Take up Your wings
I want to sing
Chorus
I am dry
Can’t You feel?
Can’t You speak?
I fall as I believe
I’m drifting as I think
Verse 2
Doubt, deep seeded but when it sprouts
I without a doubt know what it’s all about
But still I can feel like I’m left without
Dealing with these seasons of drought
I conjure up things He’s know to conquer
So why Father and I still bothered?
Oh how frustrating, it must be
As I sit here comfortably
How degrading, I must seem
As I fade here underneath
I know it’s dire, the sharing of this fire
I aim to inspire but the motion seems to expire
With the notion that our time is fading
And I’m debating if I’ll be waiting
So my fire seems to be waning
I have a comfortabLE ROutine
But my part seems to be fidgeting
As the sun with fade away, and my life with turn to grey
Pressure starts pulling at my brain
My faith drained—spirit contained
I’ve been robbed of my peace with the peace treaty
I’ve made with the pieces of what’s creeping
It’s the same game every day—same as it always is
Don’t want to speak my mind—waste my time explaining this
I’m an escape artist
It’s not written on my wrists, but let me present these skits
I’m a Pharisee and here I sit
Only content with the abyss
There seems to be no empathy
I’m on the verge of blasphemy
I’m alright so quit asking me
Who to be, how I see
Out of sight I walk absently
To walk by sight is just for me
The darkness suits me comfortably
This is what happens when I’m taken by worry
I guess it’s because I don’t feel worthy
Break
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
(( Can’t You feel? ))
(( Can’t You speak? ))
(( Falling as I believe ))
(( Drifting as I think ))
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Verse 3
With what little of You is in my plans
I trudge through these stark and barren sands
My ocean is dry, a parched and des’late land
Taking the water of Your salvation into my own hands
But even as I cry, I found that as I
Look up towards You sky, I find it doesn’t meet my sight
So how worthy am I that You would go to die and trust me enough to make the eye
The problem is I can’t tell the difference between my sea and His sky
I don’t know which is which or where to start, light or dark
I’m just rowing alone, caught in the undertow
Can You drown my life?
I’m rowing through my emotions in only fragments of my parts
These days it’s hard for me to tell what’s real
What’s the sky, what’s the sea
Which is fire, cold or heat
And even what I feel
So here, here’s a message in a bottle
For if You even bother
It’s the floating dingy of what I’ve been thinking to show You that I’m sinking
Send down a strike of lightening to show me what to do
Light up my sea so my ocean can turn blue
Hit me straight on so I can see You
This sea is far too dark, and my wound has become a scar
Show to me God what is true
And teach me to hold onto You
Refrain
Keep me hold of You
Keep me hold of You
Keep me hold of You
Pre-Chorus
I want to fly
But why can’t I
Take up Your wings
I want to sing
Chorus
I am dry
Can’t You feel?
Can’t You speak?
I fall as I believe
I’m drifting as I think
Outro
(( Can’t You feel? ))
(( Can’t You speak? ))
(( Falling as I believe ))
(( Drifting as I think ))
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah—
Verse 1
Listen
Is this just my own selfish ambition?
All my doubt is taking over my vision
Could the letters in my head be my mission?
Or would the go ahead and be better off dead?
Would someone ever listen to this point or am I just missing?
Question
Is this my commission or am I just faking submission?
I must be ignoring the lesson
‘Cause I don’t know if I am dying or living
Or if dying is even worth giving
This is my faith that He’s testing, but I’m denying His blessings
Because for His sake, I’m abusing His grace
The name plate, isn’t His face
I’ve been given a new name to exclaim
But I walk and I will stay the same
I’ll talk but I’m repeating the game
Taken His own life to make a way
Given His Son in order to save
But I’ve made my own way to the grave
So whether this is dying or living
I’m so far from fulfilling
I’m too far from flying
I think I’m dying
( At least you’re trying )
Pre-Chorus
I want to fly
But why can’t I
Take up Your wings
I want to sing
Chorus
I am dry
Can’t You feel?
Can’t You speak?
I fall as I believe
I’m drifting as I think
Verse 2
Doubt, deep seeded but when it sprouts
I without a doubt know what it’s all about
But still I can feel like I’m left without
Dealing with these seasons of drought
I conjure up things He’s know to conquer
So why Father and I still bothered?
Oh how frustrating, it must be
As I sit here comfortably
How degrading, I must seem
As I fade here underneath
I know it’s dire, the sharing of this fire
I aim to inspire but the motion seems to expire
With the notion that our time is fading
And I’m debating if I’ll be waiting
So my fire seems to be waning
I have a comfortabLE ROutine
But my part seems to be fidgeting
As the sun with fade away, and my life with turn to grey
Pressure starts pulling at my brain
My faith drained—spirit contained
I’ve been robbed of my peace with the peace treaty
I’ve made with the pieces of what’s creeping
It’s the same game every day—same as it always is
Don’t want to speak my mind—waste my time explaining this
I’m an escape artist
It’s not written on my wrists, but let me present these skits
I’m a Pharisee and here I sit
Only content with the abyss
There seems to be no empathy
I’m on the verge of blasphemy
I’m alright so quit asking me
Who to be, how I see
Out of sight I walk absently
To walk by sight is just for me
The darkness suits me comfortably
This is what happens when I’m taken by worry
I guess it’s because I don’t feel worthy
Break
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
(( Can’t You feel? ))
(( Can’t You speak? ))
(( Falling as I believe ))
(( Drifting as I think ))
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Verse 3
With what little of You is in my plans
I trudge through these stark and barren sands
My ocean is dry, a parched and des’late land
Taking the water of Your salvation into my own hands
But even as I cry, I found that as I
Look up towards You sky, I find it doesn’t meet my sight
So how worthy am I that You would go to die and trust me enough to make the eye
The problem is I can’t tell the difference between my sea and His sky
I don’t know which is which or where to start, light or dark
I’m just rowing alone, caught in the undertow
Can You drown my life?
I’m rowing through my emotions in only fragments of my parts
These days it’s hard for me to tell what’s real
What’s the sky, what’s the sea
Which is fire, cold or heat
And even what I feel
So here, here’s a message in a bottle
For if You even bother
It’s the floating dingy of what I’ve been thinking to show You that I’m sinking
Send down a strike of lightening to show me what to do
Light up my sea so my ocean can turn blue
Hit me straight on so I can see You
This sea is far too dark, and my wound has become a scar
Show to me God what is true
And teach me to hold onto You
Refrain
Keep me hold of You
Keep me hold of You
Keep me hold of You
Pre-Chorus
I want to fly
But why can’t I
Take up Your wings
I want to sing
Chorus
I am dry
Can’t You feel?
Can’t You speak?
I fall as I believe
I’m drifting as I think
Outro
(( Can’t You feel? ))
(( Can’t You speak? ))
(( Falling as I believe ))
(( Drifting as I think ))
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah—
