LYRICS: UNDERQUIET

02. mercy triumph

you ever walk a mile with the men

we got these sticks in our hands and moving over broken land across the deserts and the sand, wasteland

I understand the command and the difference

of the body, mind, flesh, soul, spirit

now tell me if you hear it?

and you can tell me if you fear it

please brother move near it

don’t let your dark conscious clear it

please brother move near it

don’t let your dark conscious clear it

I’m talkin’ bout the whispers of the Holy Spirit

I woke up I’ve had enough

of all the fists and the cuffs and the prostitutes bluffs, and addictions they never get enough and now the snake’s in the rough and the heels’ on his head

please Lord just crush it

and take the venom out my veins

please Lord just crush it

and take the venom out my veins

mental attack, flash back, half-forgotten event,

fade to black, warped and bent, represents

the arrangement of connections in my mind

the mind over man soulfully seeking signs

elevated over rhyme and outside space and time

and if your third eye’s blind then you might just miss it

like the ship in the dark looking for the house of light

and like a man with his hands

asking heaven for a fight and now the pen’s on the paper but we don’t know how to write

have mercy on me

cause I believe You’re the One, the Son, who’s come to set us all free

have mercy on me

Lord I’ve still got questions

can anything be everything if everything is hollow? or does living has a reason that’s put off until tomorrow?

and now I’m riding round the bends to the bones of the morrow finding sorrow with the joy like the boy who’s been beat slashed torn and warned not to tell the truth and now my soul’s informed and I’m putting it to use, let’s defuse, I wanna defuse the humanistic time bomb compromising truth

buried alive in their scientific proofs

uncouth evolving sayers of sooth have lost their curriculum agenda and proof

for the Love that’s livin’ in me

and for the dreams that nobody sees

and for the broken soul on bended knee

and the God that’s gonna answer him powerfully

you see, you and me, we don’t amount to much

self-centered intellect’s not a power but a crutch,

losin’ touch with God’s reality, takin’ comfort in philosophies, thinkin’ it’s a speciality, sometimes fatality

who’s next on the docket?

have mercy on me