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 stop 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 light. That's a Black Synagogue."

"And God said that the meek shall inhabit the Earth! But there be masses, I said 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
you hear me calling?
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with your holy
Give me
Can you bring me back to

me from the pain
I'm falling
you hear me calling?
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with your light
Give me
Can you bring me back to

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

Save me from the
I'm down
Don't you hear me
I you now
Fill me I'm whole with your holy light
me sanction
Can you bring me to life?

None of this's real, it calls you
Thought I found you, now I'm too
I've been to service sermons
A lotta redefining, a lot of reworded
A lotta thoughts detected and thoughts
A lotta stuff resonates with certain persons
I've been searching for the truth but it's in lies
every single verse until I'm red in my eyes
And God'll hear you when you offering ties
And is the truth
But the Devil's a lie
But what am I to do when the is I?
And I touch seems to shrivel and die?
My mama always said I was a rebel
But now I'm looking for some and a benevolent I
And how it feels to need that, some pie
And how long it will when it comes from the sky
Means I'll probably be until I crumble and die
And just wrestling with 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 head are the fucking
So belligerent, so fucking
And my tunnel vision's so clouded
And I don't really have a 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 bring him me
So I keep praying, everything I keep saying
Every part of me I needed shield from
Every part of me that needs

Save me from the
I'm down
Don't you me calling?
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with your light
me sanction
Can you bring me back to

Did he die on the cross for
Do you any fucking proof?
Everything here is
And I'm just searching for some fucking
Cause everything they ever me not to do
Has always me question what freedom is
Why listen to the when they not from you?
And why judged when I freely live?
Now I what the fucking root of evil is
And why peace is dead, but lives
thinking they can talk to you
And what they believe in they are true
Now they feel they had the right to persecute
Judge, doom to hell and come to you
Now I don't know who wrote the Bible
But nothing under the sun goes
Take every shot you have with a rifle
you rarely ever get a chance for revival
So, just think, just talk it
Wait, just think, just tell
Wait, don't blink, fail your body
Wait, just scream, fucking shout it
So the voices in your fall abruptly silent
And the blood in your veins rough and violent
And you see with your lifted eyelids
And every burden you carry is eventually
And you talk to God, when you ain't sure he hears you
And you give it to Him, Him, He can keep the pain and fears too
And you keep praying, only now you repeat sayings
Cuz you when 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, stop running, 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?"