Church Musings, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Would we for a minute, permit that

She could be more authentic? She guesses she should be

But she's hesitant

Taking a lesson from precedent, she can expect to get judged

Yeah, when the beat drops

Can she please stop pretending to be what she's not

Never had it all put together, whatever, she's got

To get better, and whether she ever gets there to keep on

Trying, to work on her health

So much to learn of herself

Beneath the surface she's burdened with hurts

And she's searching for purpose and turning for help

To the church; was a long ride

Now she's here, but everyone's alright

Kind of weird, their faces are all fine

Right place at the wrong time

Wait, maybe it's not what it seems

Just give it a minute, she wanted to leave

She thinks that she's different, it's hard to admit it

But is it the case that this place really isn't

For her

Woah, take it slow

Her head gets ahead of her when

She feels out of place; be real or be fake

Is a question she's met with again and again

Look, same song, same song

As the one we repeated before

It's hard to keep singing she started but finished

The darkness won't lift, isn't free to ignore

Right now, right now

Catch a breather and take a time out

As the preacher nears the lectern, and we find out

Man is a creep, molested her when she was nine; how (argh) (huh) why?

Church musings…hmm

Better believe he regularly never sleeps with the lights out

I doubt you would like how John treated mom

When they fight, loud screams that threaten kids

Scenes are malevolent

So obscene almost guarantee it's a place that I've never been

A veteran of violence, bright kid

He's like ten, so frightened, he won't open his eyelids

Hoping that he's quiet

John's a hulk of a man, 300 pounds, lot a bulk in his hands

Don't understand why he hit her

Heavy drinker; whenever he's sipping cans, then everything is a trigger

Delivering pain, fit of rage, red dripping on her face

Is Aeneid dead? Check her neck, did his mother faint?

What a way to raise boys, teach them

To be men, it means to suffocate is a great choice

Raise voice, make noise

Stuff breaks, rough day, it's much of the same, wait poised

And remember when his time comes

He will never be the man that this guy was

Righteous, might just white knuckle it and try to own

That he's struggling and fight it alone

Why should he go to a small group or a pastor?

They know what he's gone through, it doesn't matter

Rather not ask him how's he been

Outsourced, to spend thousands on counseling

(After the waitlist)

Church musings…hmm

I write, I write

For the folks who are not right, notice a lot like

My type and yours, won't lie

We could not find, that cure; had been

Coming for something more; thought the church would be integral

To a better life and would serve as medicinal

You would get it right and were sure to be spiritual

Now I am discernibly cynical and critical

Am I unforgivable? Given to typical rants?

Miserable man, my fit is visibly pitiful?

Leveled charges at me are plentiful, unequivocal

Reckon mending the carnage would take a literal miracle

Lyrical break, pause hard to think straight

Hard to listen, when we fixate on

Our position and resist change

It's strange, are we hardly different, forgiveness was never this strained?

Our image is a bit stained

But considering that we're limited, I did save, this space

To reflect on the loose ends

True, friends, I regret, that churches commit abuse when

Using power to oppress,

Whether it's a crime or the kind a lot of you would expect

Like, reading views into the text

Eisegesis, then deceive and manipulate you with threats

Others choose neglect

If they move to your neighborhood, you would soon forget

Matter fact you should move to them

No recruiting, transfer portal's what they use to get

Growth? Huh, double counting if you ask me

She was a member down the street only last week

And he never enters cause his past seems

To be his present, and he feels like a black sheep

Church musings…hmm

Shh, just listen first…please