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Beautiful day,
Wonderful feeling,
This reason to sing,
Psalms meaning songs singing praises all day long.
Joy fills the weak,
Joy makes us strong.
Filled 'till we burst,
Songs of praise to the God of the Universe.

Here the man draws the line for separation.
(Old Vision).
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation.
(You make division).
Walk no mile,
I'm sick and tired,
of all the cowards at the radio station.
No cathartic plot to thicken,

There you are hogging the front page,
Drawing blanks when thinking of sin’s wage,
If everyone has fallen short, some humbleness is overdue,
If I wish your face got stabbed, will I be just as bent as you?

There’s a chip that’s on my shoulder sucking us into quicksand,
The temperature is getting colder, a backwards ticking second hand

Disturbed by the words and the message that they sent.
There's a hundred other uses for breath better spent.
Forming the template,
for how the band should be,
Devising and scheming someone else's ministry.
What were the words?
Did he say Jesus Christ?
Again and again until his name became trife?

ISAIAH 56:1

Me oh my,
There`s something happening in the sky.
I see my favorite face,
It chokes me up so fiercely,
And I`m filled with your light,
Soaked with your grace,

have an evil plan

to save the world for every man,

and I think it's better than the way it's being run.

Oh, the ground works laid,

Here lies the old myth,
breaking the mold with,
truth to take away the trickery.
Twenty centuries of progress,
suffer slowly as we regress,
losing headway to ourselves.
Behold the covers, the sisters, the mothers,
the daughters, and spouses, on the magazines.

I fell asleep with my clothes on
Dropped my keys on the front lawn
Waking up I watch, the drool a-gleaming
from my mouth to the carpet it is streaming

Giving up, never felt so good
welcome to plan B

Bacon bits and jalapenos on my polish hot dog.
Half a pound of potato chips,
And a beef jerky log.
I press my face to the window,
A wrapper sticks to my shirt.
Eight people in a stinky van,
A couple more couldn't hurt.
Eat some food off the floor.

I don't know how this happened,
I didn't think it ever could,
I'm the author of sappy love songs,
Trading in my bachelorhood.
Something snapped deep inside me,
Something that somebody said,
I felt the brush of angel's wings then,
Your voice echoed in my head.