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byron henderson - lost at sea. (interlude) كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: marina esmeralda]
from mother earth to the heavens above
god as my witness, all i have is love
lost in the darkness of violence and drugs
demons on the hunt
i was running on e until i found you

if love ain’t the answer, then what is?
if i fall through the hole down at the bottom of your soul
but you let go, guess i won’t really know what trust is

[verse: byron henderson, marina esmeralda, both]
uh huh
return to sender
heard them say heaven’s gates await, but the world’s a sinner’s banquet
every angel’s halo tarnished, dark temptations like a blanket
all your vices whisper softly, like a serpent in the garden
demons planting seeds of doubt, while the light is disregarded
society’s mirage, a collage of hollow dreams
steady chasing fleeting pleasures while your soul is left to scream
division sowed, temples corrode, under the load of human flaws
peace deferred, often unheard, beneath the roar of the applause
in the silence of the night, when the moon’s the only witness
to the battles in our mind, and the planet’s growing sickness
i ponder in the stillness, as the dawn unveils the sky
like, would a heart that’s pure still be cast away to die
for never bending knees, or ever singing hymns aloud?
or would simple virtue in silence be what makes the heavens proud?
what if i reject their scripts, yet live righteous, full of might
would the afterlife be closed, or would i bask in holy light?
tell me, is god a shepherd, or a phantom of control?
a deity of division, or a solace for the soul?
doctrines turned shackles, minds roam on a tight script
is it divine providence or just control’s vice grip?
contemplating the paradox
if omnipotence is perfect, why the craving for devotion?
question if you’re worth the worship
preacher man’s sermon, selling heaven like a merchant
god’s face plastered on all of the billboards and the curtains
in the temple of my mind, i wrestle with the kind of questions
dappled in the shadows, pressures, specters of the time’s reflections
vices lurking, serpentine, they wriggle through the vine’s connection
soul’s complexion, fractured prisms in society’s direction
contemplating god’s visage, whether decent men suffice
again, in the absence of worship, will your heaven grant them life?
if morality’s the currency, my soul’s been paid in kind
but they say deities demand devotion, questioning the binds, yeah, yeah
societal pressures, they measure us lesser
our vices like leeches, they breach us, aggressors
the essence of decency, tangled in secrecy
hidden beneath every treacherous pleasure
peace is not a product of the preacher’s heavy hand (nah)
nor in the adherence to the doctrines of the land
a metaphor of unity, where inner peace conforms
to the rhythm of existence, in the stillness, i’m reborn
i can’t ignore the war outside’s a mirror to the war within (uh huh)
street corners baptized in drugs, liquor, blood, and sin (uh huh)
is it prophet or pariah? only history will tell
if the path of the righteous, was simply a stairway to— _gunshot_
well?
[chorus: marina esmeralda]
so, from mother earth to the heavens above
god as my witness, all i have is love
lost in the darkness of violence and drugs
demons on the hunt
i was running on e until i found you

if love ain’t the answer, then what is?
if i fall through the hole down at the bottom of your soul
but you let go, guess i won’t really know what trust is

[outro: byron henderson, marina esmeralda, both]
if you had one wish, what would it be?
ooh, that’s easy. that humans ceased to exist
why?
because too many people don’t care, and this planet deserves better than us. i always wanted to have faith that people would get their act together, but i’m starting to realize that it isn’t really in our nature. we’re too destructive
i’m inclined to agree
okay. last question. what’s the worst thing someone has ever said to you?
close your eyes and swing
oh. do i even want to know what happened next?
no, you do not. it’s fine though. majority of the time, i don’t feel anything. even towards them. and i’d much rather feel nothing at all than to let hatred fester inside of me
at least we can have faith in each other though
fair point
jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish

- byron henderson

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