1. |
Mr. Bones
04:27
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I sleep on skeletons, walk on a pile of bones
Trample any good thing I've ever had
Now I'm all alone
A disease so common, not only to me
Woven into the fabric, sewn into the seams
Of all humanity
Oh to be known
To be loved
To be set free
Oh to be known
Release me
You fold your hands, now you eat yourself
You cannot stand this plague of doubt
In your soul
Oh to be known
To be loved
To be set free
Oh to be known
Release me
Release me, release me...
Oh to be known
Release me
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2. |
Endpoint Called Origin
04:50
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Self-attesting, self-authenticating you stand
Transcending time and withered, mortal man
You give it out, pass it to the bees
Spread it to the pollen so it may travel with ease
And singing
Oh my, oh my, oh my God, oh my God
By what standard may I
Measure what’s in your hand
My purely diplomatic means
Derived from autonomous reasoning
Crumbled on the countertop
Along with fruitless, irrational thought
Fruit on the vine, fruit on the vine...
Again will I taste of your goodness this time
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3. |
Providence
05:21
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She trails along
Withered wooden bucket in her hand
Fresh water from the river
He pulls the cart
Filled with the harvest crops
Sugarcane, barley, and corn
To quench the thirst
Satisfy the hunger
Of a thousand dying souls
Thousand dying souls
They lay the fleece
Out to obtain some peace
To discern the will of the Lord
He holds her hand
Open arms to children from foreign lands
Love is growing love
Now they will seek
Daily on their knees
His provision
Provision
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4. |
Wake
06:06
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Take no part in works of darkness
Take no part in works of darkness
But expose them
Wake o sleeper
Wake o sleeper
Rise up from the dead
Rise up from the dead
Speak to people with songs from your heart
Speak to people with songs from your heart
Giving thanks
Wake o sleeper
Wake o sleeper
Rise up from the dead
Rise up from the dead
O light, why shine you so bright on me
In the darkness you still see (you still see)
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5. |
The Dreamer
06:54
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I am a dreamer but no one hears me
I am a prophet in my home country
I am their saviour but they still kill me
So kill him, kill him
Cause he’s just lying
Pound in, pound in
These stakes of iron
Why can’t, why can’t
Why can’t you hear me
This love I, this love I
I give you freely
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