سبکی غیر قابل تحمل هستی

او در همان یک روز آشتی کرد و خندید و سبک شد، لذت برد و سرشار شد و بخشید، عاشق شد و عبور کرد و تمام شد 

i broke your doll,
it was cross eyed, that's all,
i only wanted it to help it see straight...
but like a half broken moon,
sooner than soon,
i was up on your wall,
smaller than small,
in a half painted frame,
the wood wouldn't stain,
and i hope that reminds you
of the part you couldn't change in me...

if you push me i'll fall,
if you pull me i'll drown,
if you're gonna be nailin me down
i won't rise again

i scratched your car,
where the bird left a stain,
but i only wanted to help you see straight...
but like a half broken moon,
sooner than soon,
i was up on your wall,
smaller than small,
in a half painted frame,
where the wood wouldn't stain,
and I hope that reminds you
of the part you couldn't change in me...

if you push me i'll fall,
if you pull me i'll drown,
if you're gonna be nailin me down
i won't rise again...
i won't rise again...

i'm not god, i'm not god...
i love you but i'm not god...

Sunk in thoughts

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we'd follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior,
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
None of us have actually been there.
Not like you.

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.

But, enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who
Illuminated your little piece of the divine?

And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ...

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
You're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I've come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"

You are the light and way that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
(With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home."

ایده آلیسم لخت و وحشی عهد دبیرستان .. این بابک بیات ما رو ..همونجور که یکی یه روزی خودشو.... حالا هی خاطره ها میان تو دهن و نشخوار میشن و پایین نمیرن...لا اله الا لله