Song Description
A gospelesque ballad about inner conflicts concerning God and religion.
Song Length |
5:06 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Folk - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Anxious, Moving |
Subject |
Addiction, Religion |
Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, John Lennon |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
When crystal balls crush under
The branding-iron of a red-hot cash machine
Be careful where the pin-drops prick you
And above all else keep your body clean
And when the black night swallows you whole
Then spits and shines you back out on your feet
Don’t forget the stars you saw imploding
And the crack you left when you hit the street
Oh Lord, sweet Lord
Why do you forsake me?
Here on this cross I bleed
For you my Lord, sweet Lord
And when you find your ego is sinking
Naked and chased by the heat
If someone throws you a line, and you catch it in time
Don’t look back
So you say how on Earth can all this happen
If there’s someone there watching up above
Well some would have you believe we’re all God’s children
And all our suffering, He brings us out of love
And if you sense your closet shadows
That made you cry and moan when you were just a child
Just dig in your nails and stop the bleeding
And let your tears wash out the smoke that’s in your eyes
Oh Lord, sweet Lord
Why do you forsake me?
With this pyrrhic victory
For you my Lord, sweet Lord
And when you find your ego is sinking
Naked and bruised at the knees
If someone throws you a line, and you catch it in time
Don’t look back
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