Lyrics:

Grew up in the church, man; I don’t miss it at all 
I just couldn’t stand standing in the cradle 
You don’t like to think about it 
Good luck with all that bliss, man 

Call me what you want 
It ain’t gonna change a thing 

You can call me a punk, man, I don’t really give a damn 
And don’t give me no crutch, man; I can see what you’re doing 
Don’t tell me I don’t understand and write me off as some kid 
And I, I won’t pretend to care 

Call me what you want 
It ain’t gonna change a thing

Perverse

Lyrics:

I told you man 
I’m scared of death 
And I told you man 
I need your breath 
in my bones 

But I told you man 
Get out of my bones 
And I told you man 
Just leave me alone 
Just let me die without worrying about if you exist, man 

Hallelujah, that’s what they say 
But I came to ya, and what did you say? 
I came to ya, but what did you say? 
Hallelujah, what the hell does that mean? 

I told you man 
I don’t go up that mountain lest you check me out 
I don’t take a step lest you make me feel alright 
Are you sure I’m okay? 
Can you make me that sure of you? 

Hallelujah, that’s what they say 
But I came to ya, and what did you say? 
I came to ya, but what did you say? 
Hallelujah, what the hell does that mean? 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Over a Sea of Nihilism

Lyrics:

I’ve thought a lot about this song, but didn’t know quite what to say 
I’ve got a long word count, even with a blank page 
And I’m sorry, it’s something I really can’t convey 
But I hope you’ll take these notes and give’em a place to stay 

You know about all the shitty things I’ve done, 
but you don’t seem to pay them any mind 
And you know about all the times when I was wrong, 
but you never let me leave without making your love known 

I wasn’t cold that one time, even if I was coughing 
I had you by my side, and we were both laughing 
You sit there all calm, even when I’m just trashing 
Ready to kiss my head when it's busy and aching 

I’ve thought a lot about this song, but didn’t know quite what to say 
It’s not a long word count, but what can words really say? 
"The mind bears more than the word can convey" 
My love doesn’t need a bleeding pen

A Bleeding Pen

Lyrics:

How was I supposed to know you were out here all alone? 
No, don't you give me that crap 
Let's just go to a bar and see what's on tap 

Bet you thought you'd come out on top 
Payin'em big just to make a shit flop 
You don't have to tell me that I'm not cool 
but I'm not sorry for breaking the rules 

We all need someone else's home 
We all need someone else's home 
Hey man, I'm gonna need your home 
So c'mon, go out and get me a room 

I'm not gonna try and be okay 
Not gonna make an effort to do the right thing 
Everybody's telling me I have to be afraid 
if I want to be successful, get laid and paid 

Take up a collection for the filthy rich 
You see, they're the ones who own all the needs 
The more you get, the more you need 
And so I ask the television, "What's my dream?" 

We all want mercy; mercy, please! 
Well, I gave you mercy and you gave me the police 
We all want mercy; mercy, please! 
I gave you mercy, you gave me the police 

Everybody thinks their God is really cool 
He kinda looks like them, and he tells'em what's true 
So if someone asks if I'm confident in what I've got 
Lean your face against your hand and tell'em I'm not 

I was talking to God the other day 
He was tellin me how he doesn't talk to people that way 
But if you want to live, boy, you better die 
And if you don't want to die, then man, you better stay alive 

We all want a calm and consistent hand 
We all want a certain 'n golden land 
Make sure it's cool and it has a lot of rules 
and doesn't ask me nothing, and doesn't tell me I'm a fool 

Don’t ask me nothing, don’t tell me I’m a fool

Consistent and without God

Lyrics: 

I talk about it, even though I don't want you to think that I'm afraid
I hear about it, but that don't mean I feel something to make me understand 
Just look the other way 
Just look the other way, just look the other way 

When I die, am I gonna float into the sky, like some kind of feather in the wind? 
Or will it be like, turning all the lights off, nothing going on, no one there to say I love you to 
Just look the other way 
Just look the other way, just look the other way 

I was not cuckold by that; I was gonna be self-examining 
I was not hung up by that; I was gonna be world-transforming 
But I was not afraid, and now I am afraid 
I had some certainty, and now insecurity 

Can you breathe some hope into this place? 
Just breathe some hope into this place 
So I can see that you are here 
I want to see that you are here

Abysmal

Memory Of The Will

"It is my judgment that complaint addressed to Yahweh can be understood as Israel's moment of 'omnipotence.' Further, it is my judgment that because Christian practice has denied people this dimension of piety, the church inclines to produce 'false selves' who cannot be honest before God and so must 'fake it' with God."

- Walter Brueggemann

Temple Autonomy