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pretending like this place can satisfy
that I fill the unending longing
pour it in, it all comes out again
all my bags are full of holes
now that he's made everything there is
let's turn something into him
how could the made be greater than the one
a speck of light greater than the sun

I won't forget
I don't want to forget
oh help me not forget
oh please help me

see them there bringing the gold
they thought he's gone cast it to a bull
even though it just came to exist
give it glory for our past deliverance
the world is full of insufficient gods
acting like they weren't made just like us
every heart has an alter
every alter has its god
the universe isn't nearly big enough
in that room it's only a speck of dust

should we all tear out the words on the page
if we can't understand what they say
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
you can't hold on to the shadows
when your hands are empty then you'll know
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
it's not the thing itself it means something's real

I won't forget
I don't want to forget
oh help me not forget
oh please help me

my hands will not be raised
I will not give you my praise
this world is not my truth
I will not worship you
(the clay was dug up from the ground
they turned it into the making of the light and sound
but it is no God it is not God)

there is one who is worthy
now I know it's not this place it's not me
who is this maker of light and sound

should we all tear out the words on the page
if we can't understand what they say
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
you can't hold on to the shadows
when your hands are empty then you'll know
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
it's not the thing itself it means something's real
what does this place mean
how can I be alive
what does this place mean
if it's not the true life

you ask me to join you
hanging in the sky
with holes in my hands
dying to this world and life
our bodies in the earth
you shared your space with me
behind the rock I wait
our bodies are asleep
will you take me with you
when the stone is rolled away
now you are exalted
but will you have me wait

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from The End For Which The World Was Made, released July 21, 2016

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