Open! Shut... (feat. Blue Saint)

Here I am all on my own again

Checking my phone again

Taking my role where I don't belong

Back against the wall

Towing the line again

Till you hear me

And I said I'm telling you

Here I am all on my own again

Checking my phone again

Taking my role where I don't belong

Back against the wall

Towing the line again

Till you hear me

And I said I'm telling you

Here I am all on my own again

Checking my phone again

Taking my role where I don't belong

Back against the wall

Towing the line again

Till you hear me

And I said I'm telling you

Here I am all on my own again

Checking my phone again

Taking my role where I don't belong

Back against the wall

Towing the line again

Till you hear me

And I said I'm telling you

'Cause I'm nothing but indifferent

Every moment is a pinch but

I convince myself to follow

Safely stuck down in my hollow

I've been holding on to

Pointless notions of self violence

Timeless place where no-one listens

Suffered silence never glistens

Finally got a pot to live in

See the vultures in position

Intermittent tunnel vision

Keeps my black out ticker

Ticking to the rhythm

Days I waste could be replaced

But not a vision of your face

And now what's inner's dimmer

Not a killer

Just another sinner

Here I am all on my own again

Checking my phone again

Taking my role where I don't belong

Back against the wall

Towing the line again

Till you hear me

And I said I'm telling you

Here I am all on my own again

Checking my phone again

Taking my role where I don't belong

Back against the wall

Towing the line again

Till you hear me

And I said I'm telling you

Khata, what is sin? (sin)

It's missing the mark of Elohim's goals

You're drifting apart from Heaven when your soul

Is slipping in darkness, say again

Khata, what is sin?

It's missing the mark of Elohim's goals

You're drifting apart from Heaven when your soul

Is slipping in darkness, come again?

What happens when your harbouring a heart full of harmful tense

Arguments that scar your chest with horrid stress?

I've been hollering in my room, more or less

'Cause awfulness sits on a spoon full of sorrow, dressed, in horror

Threatening me to swallow mess

And obvious, ominous problems

But I don't swallow it

I let myself invest in El Shaddai, before I die, and my nephesh rests

'Cause I know my soul's made whole, I'm forever blessed

I was dead in my transgresses before Heaven sent

Medicine through Yeshua's blood, that was shed

An endlessness that would prevent, the second death

'Cause through the living bread, I was fed and would get

Eternal life through Jesus Christ, so I went

From feeling hollow then, being adopted in

Elohim's family, now I'm home again