There are other artists who haven’t bought it
They caught it, and I hope I’ve taught it
But I can still feel so alone in my discovery
Pleading that this isn’t another dream
That some deeper form of darkness has got us in
I feel like I’m always missing something, so I ask
But still there’s that someone shunning
So I hope to plunge in
Because I want you to think
Because I think when you do,
You’ll begin to see the Lord show through

The truth can be so straight forward
But our minds don’t only go towards it
Forage in your storage and you can form it
I’m hoping to pour it, the things I conform to
Bend it and will it, preferably to **** it
But they readapt and draft us back
To break the pact our pack stacked
With an attack that retracts
Are they just toying with us?
See our enjoyment then deploy our lament
They morph to storm every door we’re in

Resolution is the first step
Deft to the cleft of what’s kept
Realization but then we question
So I’m afraid the questions will be our demise
And I’m afraid which side I’ll take pride in
By the time I realize but I’ll be seeing His eyes
Neglecting the last day that’s left
I know I can’t be apart from His breath
But will these attempts honor His death?
Will Nige profess His love or scare them off?
Is this thought or is this a cough?

So many songs and I don’t know which belong
So many songs and I don’t know which go wrong

Why have others been spared while I have been standing there?
Must I be closer to Your throne to have something shown?
How can I come closer when You feel so much farther?
How does everyone else preach when I can’t even reach You?
Am I meant to be so far, so people will somehow see You from my scars?
Is that possible, is it probable?
Is this how You make me more like You, to die and feel so far so they can come closer to?
They seem to know something, but I know their loneliness is buzzing
And they’re so far from You, unlike what I should have done to
I don’t understand, but I know You have a plan
Is it that I stay in this state of my whirl, to see the state of this world?
Like Your Son was, and what He does?

He takes a second to step aside
He takes a moment to see his lie
And he decides to take a turn this time
But really, he doesn’t know if it’s for the worst
If it’ll be his demise, if it’s just his curse, at work

No one has really known his mind
And no one’s ever seen his eyes
And no one ever thinks behind
Not quite like he’s questioned why
But for them, it’s his own mind’s pride

He wants to close his eyes
But he can feel it in the prize
He can feel it in his tries
So will you step aside
To at least let him try

Nigel seems to be a bit too prideful
I’m afraid he’s the champion
Of this game I’m playing in
I oblige to Nige, and in him I take pride
I try to defy the lies I buy
But with what I’ve become
I’m afriad he’s already won
And there’s nothing that can be done