Luyện nghe bài hát Black Synagogue

"And the light, the lighAnnotatet can make everything feel beautiful. It can make it feel safe, so safe that, like, in the night, we spend all of our time running away from our truths. And then we meet someone who tells us, 'God will always love you, no matter what you do. The only thing that will never loving you is God.' And because of all of our darkness—which at night I still run from, which at night we all still run from, we get stuck chasing light. That's a Black Synagogue."

"And God said that the meek shall inhabit the Earth! But there shall be masses, I masses!, of bloodshed first! And that will open the floodgates of Heaven, and pour down upon us His blessings from the floor, to the ceiling, but only if you praise Him, I said praise Him, shall you receive His healing!"

me from the pain
I'm down
Don't you hear me
I you now
me 'til I'm whole with your holy light
Give me
Can you me back to life?

me from the pain
I'm falling
Don't you me calling?
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole your holy light
me sanction
Can you me back to life?

I running from the pain in my brain
Got stains on my scene while I search for the me
Search for the real me, in the night
Only talk to angels I'm lost in a height
I don't really wanna get in my mind
So I pray until I feel I'm getting in the vibe
I took the bottle up and I drink it to my what?
Yep, drink it to my fucking soul's in my eyes
But I don't wanna drown no, 'cuz I'm not that trusting
But I'ma coming 'round though, till I'm sure that I found something
And I tell you what it is, you better talk to God, remember
No feelings, no thoughts
And if pain's a trapdoor I need God
And so someone to come walk me out
But don't think, talk about it
Wait, don't sing, tell nobody
Wait, don't drink, don't your body
Wait, scream, no, fucking shout it
See, voices in my head are the fucking loudest
So belligerent, so fucking
And my tunnel so fucking clouded
And I don't really have a outlet
So, I talk to God, but I don't really know if He can me
But you know Him well, and I that you could bring Him near me
So I keep praying, word that I keep saying
part of me that I needed shield from
Every part of me needs saving

me from the pain
I'm falling
Don't you hear me
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with your holy
me sanction
Can you bring me back to

None of this's real, when it you
Thought I found you, now I'm too
I've been listening to service
A lotta redefining, a lot of words
A lotta thoughts detected and thoughts
A lotta stuff that resonates certain persons
I've been searching for the truth but embedded in lies
Read single verse until I'm red in my eyes
And God'll only you when you offering ties
And is the truth
But when the a lie
But what am I to do when the is I?
And everything I touch to shrivel and die?
My mama always said I was a inside
But now I'm looking for some peace and a I
And how it feels to need that, some pie
And how it will take when it comes from the sky
Means probably be waiting until I crumble and die
And just wrestling Satan while I'm struggling by
So, I think, I talk it
Wait, I drink, I tell
Wait, I sink, I fail my
Wait, I scream, I'm fucking
Cause these voices in my are the fucking loudest
So belligerent, so rowdy
And my vision's so fucking clouded
And I don't really a motherfucking outlet
So, I talk to God, but I don't really know if He can me
And you know him well, and I think that you could him near me
So I keep praying, everything that I keep
Every part of me that I shield from
Every part of me that saving

Save me from the
I'm falling
Don't you hear me
I you now
me 'til I'm whole with your holy light
Give me
Can you me back to life?

Did he die on the for this?
Do you have any proof?
here is man-made
And I'm just searching for fucking truth
Cause everything they ever me not to do
Has always made me what freedom is
Why listen to the words when not from you?
And why feel when I freely live?
Now I what the fucking root of evil is
And why peace is dead, but evil
thinking they can talk to you
And what they in they hearts are true
Now they feel that they had the to persecute
Judge, doom to hell and first to you
Now I really know who wrote the Bible
But under the sun goes unrecycled
Take shot you have with a fucking rifle
Cause you rarely ever get a chance for
So, just think, talk about it
Wait, think, just tell somebody
Wait, don't blink, don't fail your
Wait, just scream, just shout it
So the voices in your head fall silent
And the in your veins flows rough and violent
And you see everything with your eyelids
And burden you carry is eventually lighted
And you talk to God, even when you ain't sure he you
And you give it to Him, tell Him, He can keep the and fears too
And you praying, only now you don't repeat sayings
Cuz you know you let it go, then you receive Satan

"How many people here look for Jesus to solve their problems? Lots of people. And how many of those people are fixed? None of them know fucking about shit, they're all fucking fucked up. Anything to help you escape. It takes it, it takes something to just say, 'Fuck it! This is reality, I'm gonna deal with it!' But do we ever really deal with it? Deal with it, running, stop trying to find these substitutes? Stop trying to find Jesus in strangers, and Jesus in church, and God, and find God in yourself. Powerful thing, yeah?"