Every Day Offers Something New
I can understand the words
But not what he's saying
I've been praying to some ungodly power
To bring me to my final hour
Let death devour me
But, I don't believe he'd enjoy my sour taste
A blissful amount of sounds,
His voice, speaking to me in my own language
But not a hint of what he means
My life, I've heard him
But nothing is clear
But I can hear him
And for that, I fear him
He speaks of a king nothing, a failed god, and how he's unforgiven
But I look to him as King Everything, an Idol, and how he's more than Redeemed
A burning passion
Is brought forth
When I hear this man
It's not possible to stop me when I hear him
For, he gives me an infection, a sickness, and with it, I am indestructible.
With it, I find asylum
Both, gods in their own right
But, they are only men
And they only speak of what they believe
Truly,
And wholly,
Amazing