"The Business of Forgiveness"

Suit and tie, your suit to die
Your birthday suit is hung up dry
And fried in the Egyptian sun
To stand before the Sanhedrin
And eye to eye with executives
Who execute your relatives
And all who keep your practices
Your business, they don't practice it

To all the humble and the proud
A stumbling block placed in the crowd
They'll either fall or follow it
Based upon their prerequisites
Of self awareness or self esteem
If they subscribe to the lie of the pyramid scheme
Up the corporate ladder of success
A stairway to heaven without forgiveness

You're in the business
You're in the business of forgiveness
You're in the business
You're in the business of forgiveness

A not so casual good Friday
Saw a failing company, said "let's try it my way"
Throwing rocks at the business model that you made
A code of conduct for the world and the working place
At our nine to fives, eyes on the ticking clock
Signs of the times and the dipping stocks
He who has not wasted company time
Take your spot at the front of the unemployment line

You're in the business
You're in the business of forgiveness
You're in the business
You're in the business of forgiveness

The Chief Executive Officer
Stepped down from his position to make a peace offer
To all the wicked ways of the working man
Demoted himself to promote us in
Took a pay cut so that we could all have jobs
So we wouldn't sit at home like ungrateful slobs
So pick up your cross, cause it's a team project
Got a complaint with the boss then feel free to lodge it
And work through the sick days to earn vacation hours
Incentives redeemed, unseen that won't sour
Cause we've all been malpracticers convicted of fraud
But we've been bought out by a holy God

"Suicide"

Why am I doing this
I am a masochist
The pleasure and the pain
Of willful unwillingness
Cold disobedience
That always ends the same

Why, do I try
To distance, to distance myself from life?
Do I try
To distance, to distance myself from light?

Lost in the catacombs
Broken and all alone
I do this to myself
And it hurts like hell
Death of a hollow shell
Yet I still don't ask for help

Why, do I try
To distance, to distance myself from life?
Do I try
To distance, to distance myself from light?

Falling on my knees
Remove these suicidal tendencies
Fighting back the air to breathe
The one thing that I need

Why, do I try
To distance, to distance myself from life?
Do I try
To distance, to distance myself from light?
Why, do I try
To distance, to distance myself from truth?
Do I try
To distance, to distance myself from You?

"Testimonial"

It's all hypothetical
Up in the cloud
A thought, idea, a notion
A dull and numbing sound
But rapidly, this rhapsody
From a heart that hope has found
Is rising, bringing up more life
Than the tune we're humming now

Is there evidence in experience
A personal account
Can relevance trump reverence
Relieving us of doubt
Oh, I believe in the words
Because they first occurred
Because they first occurred

We will question every question
Explain, express, expound
We have poured over these scriptures
Believing in them life is found
But the Words of Life don't stop outright
In books, their meaning bound
When you see the face and see the change
Is when the glory sounds

Is there evidence in experience
A personal account
Can relevance trump reverence
Relieving us of doubt
Oh, I believe in the words
Because they first occurred
Because they first occurred

"What Light"

She lives in sanctuary
I live outside
Gazing up at her
From windowside
I've drawn imaginary
Dotted silver lines
Dividing her aloft from me
On separated sides

She grew up in a monastery
I, in the cold
In different cities, different schools
Different homes
Like a bishop to a beggar
Cast gold to sticks and stones
What have I to offer
That you don't already own

I don't deserve you
I don't deserve your love
I don't deserve you
I don't deserve your love

She sits on a balcony
I, on the streets
Wondering how far a climb
Until she's within reach
In little, small decisive steps
The means our ends could meet
But if the goal ends at her glory
Then I'll always lie beneath

So I'll compare you to a rose
Your cheeks like petals when they blush
I'll compare you to the rising sun
But we both know light doesn't come from us
No

I don't deserve You
I don't deserve Your love
I don't deserve You
I don't deserve Your love

"Hide From The Sun"

Blinded by a dim reflection

Too much for these dim eyes

Even in the cloudy skies

I will hide from the sun

I will hide from the sun

We have never seen perfection

Would it be too much to bear

To bring to light where we were unaware

And I wonder of this dim projection

Reflecting, where did it begin?

Is perfection at its origin?

I will hide from the sun

I will hide from the sun

I don't know why

I will hide from the sun

I will hide from the sun

"Worship"

I'm lost or broken or in a storm
And I guess I'm sinking beneath the waves
No wait, actually You're the storm
And I'm walking on water
Yeah, how could I forget
I walk on water every day

And oh, I need Your healing
Scratch that, I'd rather have the feeling
Of Your open, outstretched, loving Arms
Designed to save from harm
And pain
And suffering

I will sing a new song
I will sing a new song
But I'll keep the same beat as the last one
I'll repeat the same words as the last one
And beat to death the words of Life
Fit them in a box to sound just right
Until living streams run dry

And do you ever feel like this:
You fall down and you can't get back up?
No, I deal with doubt and pride and lust
But I guess you could just be ambiguous
Yeah, that seems to be enough

This is so positive, it's discouraging
Where's the depth of my Savior's dredge
And the death He's purging?

I will sing a new song
I will sing a new song
But I'll keep the same beat as the last one
I'll repeat the same words as the last one
And beat to death the words of Life
Fit them in a box to sound just right
Until living streams run dry

Hallelujahs come out starch
From a gilded, glossy, golden heart
Wiping off smudges with a dirty rag
When the whole thing's rusted over
Tell me where does the bleeding start?
Tell me where does His bleeding start?
Where is this everlasting peace
In a world that's falling apart?
Is it in the paycheck you get every week
In your inability to feel another person's heart?

So you will play a new song
That sounds the same as the last one
All the highs, barely gracing the lows
I'm sorry but I can't relate
Can anyone?

"It's Not the End Of the World (Some Days)"

A sharp pain in my neck
Oh heck
I guess I better pray about it
Sometimes it goes away
Sometimes it stays
It's okay
It's not the end of the world

And I need a better job
Oh God
I guess if that's what You want
I battle with my will
And still
It's not the end of the world

It's not the end of the world
It's not the end of the world (some days)
One thing I know of the world
One thing I know of myself (all sways)

I see a pretty lady
Oh baby
Look away before it drives me crazy
Clear the mental image
Ask for His forgiveness
It's not the end of the world

Feel the weight of sin
Again
Some days it's like I'm caving in
Doubting my salvation
That I'm a new creation
It feels like it's the end of the world

It's not the end of the world
It's not the end of the world (some days)
One thing I know of the world
One thing I know of myself (all sways)

Whether I'm near or far away
Resting in Him or in my own dismay
It's not the end of the world
Until You say

"Honeymooners"

"This love is so good
I hope it always stays"
I say to my honey
In our honeymooner phase

This feeling, yeah
I'm feeling more alive each day
Prepared for any season that's
Prepared to take this life away

But everything fades
Like moth and rust
And only trust remains
All the ups and downs
Can have their way
If it's my honey at the end of the day

Starts with a fizzle
The drizzle of the rain
I held to my honey
But it all came down the same

And all my sparks
They spun into a hurricane
Yeah, and my honey
Doesn't taste too sweet today

But everything fades
Like moth and rust
And only trust remains
All the ups and downs
Can have their way
If it's my honey at the end of the day

And oh, I thought those days would last forever
Just like the ones before had gone
Oh, I may have let go of the feeling
But I'm still holding on
I'm still holding on

And everything fades
Like moth and rust
And only trust remains
All the ups and downs
Can have their way
If it's my Honey at the end of the day

"118 Fabrics"

Looking out the window
Wind blows through the trees
Two birds, sitting peacefully
One flew away, the other stayed
I wonder, do birds get lonely?

A thought passes through my mind
Someday those birds will die
And so will I

And I think
About fish swimming
At the bottom of the sea
Born in darkness and living instinctively
Do they consider themselves
Like I do me?

Some people say that it's all the same
And yes it is true
The same 118 fabrics make us up
As well as buildings and the trees
But I have to wonder
Is there still discovering?

And the painted sky
Were the clouds all planned
Or was it just a randomized pattern
On canvas by a spilled paint can?

And what are miracles?
Is it one that we're alive?
That on the brink of chaos
There's harmony to find

And I can't see
And I can't see
Anything but the path in front of me

And we never know the half of it
But we live like we've mapped it all out
Is there any room for doubt?
And the simplest explanation
Seems to hold the most depth to me
There is more than what I see
And I have to wonder
Is there still discovering?

"The Living Dead"

Specters of the present
In a place we call time
Where the living and dead
Align
And breathe the same air
Both the truth and the lie
How can you make black and white
Coincide?

We are walking paradoxes
We are the living dead
All our blood, sweat and tears
An anointing for our heads

Rejoicing and resentment
Singing, laughing, crying
Where rain falls on the rich
And the blind
With gravity oppressing
Trees still reach to the sky
That seeds could die
To yield to life

We are walking paradoxes
We are the living dead
All our blood, sweat and tears
An anointing for our heads

We are born into the sickness
And our fighting is relentless
Still He died for our forgiveness
Yeah, He offers all his riches

We are walking paradoxes
We are the living dead
All His blood, sweat and tears
His blood, sweat and tears
An anointing for our heads