- ©2006 Anti-
- Vocals:Alexandrah Santon
- Vocals:Tonya Combs
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Dedicated to the people who never thought it could be this way. Injured view on a typical yet beautiful occurrence. Life, without insurance, backed by the endurance of living. Simple tip to keep close… die now to live again then you will see how most limit their unknown destiny, fearing a hypothetical society that says every new beginning is an apocalypse. Rocket ships and broken wallets. How bout a new birth, new worth to what we seek of our pockets prophets. You treasure the chains but under appreciate the locksmith, bargaining for the survival of your nonsense constant. Closure towards an omnipresent conscience. Adventure the world honest at best, not everything is King James text.
I found God was a verb not a noun or an adjective. Naming our excuses religion had to give pleasure to the gesture of manic depressive acts that make it easier to believe we can’t be our own savior’s as fact. Life is beyond who gave it. Creator’s only exists when your living consist of what are we gonna name it. Shameless plug, if Jesus is the one than I’m a thug. I guess some never really thought about as a standard, set to be. Children of their parents act rather accordingly, so if the flaw of man measures the difference between the process and the outcome see, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. That’s why life is the God of me, my actions reveal heaven and hell regardlessly. Truth is an opinion marketing what? A systematic addict of a lie targeting the good and bad rather than the element of archery. The point isn’t in the competition it’s the essence of connecting with another from a long distance remarkably. If you feel it I’ll know from the awkward plea, I’m serious. Life ain’t a style you buy and wear like an autumn fleece. Seize the insignificant prayer to see the end again. Life doesn’t pretend to be a job with some benefits. Hinder it, you can’t… it’ll only affect your thought, no matter the situation or material bought. Live like you don’t know what’s giving you air. Logic can’t apply to what’s not there. So what we made a name for it… think it means just that? Try labeling the meaning of what’s not fact, it’s nothing.
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Entering imminent field of hopefuls
Holding onto books and belief.
Not being given the power to shower people
With death sentences for heresy.
An excess of smiling,
The kind to disguise social anxiety.
I wonder who schooled them to use
Such immaculate passive aggression
On those who retreat..
Each week from profession, reflection;
Meaningful speech and connection.
What technique of your reach
Does public find appealing when breaking down-
On account of what they feel they lack?
You exploit collapse.
I approach focused on respect,
With multitudes of blessing, love successful, no regret.
They ask me if I’ve named one man to be my savior yet.
I say I claim it all this world, my dreams, the stars, their depth.
You and every musing you see fit and choose to tend to.
Controversial lurkings working tireless against us.
Balance, talent, anger, solace –
It is above as so below, honest.
Previous to tampered time, my people said it,
“In this world you are a god, you find it odd to take the credit?”
Then tell me I can’t be possibly
Speaking word supreme.
With no almighty value to the soul
Religion stole my reach
And sold it back,
Buying time for greatest group illusion.
Best described – elusive, irrational, persistent as disease.
Of fear their speech, coercing,
But of self comes greatest mercy.
Available to those exalting inner-amnesty.
Untouchable to certains of external yields gain.
There must be correspondence, or all prayer is in vain.
My love’s become your blasphemy, and gnosis is thy name?
Enlightenment does not depend on saviors be attained.