Lyrics

[Hook 1] It's still something so compelling It's still something so unsettling What draws you back to drink from the well when Don't nobody fear God no more [Verse 1] Big ol' bully or your personal buddy Hold it humbly or sow into nothing Imaginary foe or friend Arrive late to the enlightenment Make your meaning who's got good reason? Make your meaning who's got the evidence? Make your meaning for the heaven and the hell of it Lose your religion but keep the same arrogance Chase those voices 'til you're delirious And say you can't argue with your experience Tear it apart and write your own testament And dig your heels in with fear and trembling Hold the space for joy and reverence We've been working it out ever since A rabbi was crucified and we felt his presence That's a confession Absolutes or just a suggestion History lesson, who's just guessing? Big enough to make a lasting impression I think I know where all this is heading What's the real insult to your intelligence When you're done with all your dissecting? Can you simply say God is good when all that's left is your reflection? [Hook 1] It's still something so compelling It's still something so unsettling What draws you back to drink from the well when Don't nobody fear God no more [Verse 1] Eject yourself, fill your head, don't be misled Felt left out, they kept us out, number this instead Fight your flesh, hide your tongue, no joy in us Just paranoid, don't get it wrong, it'll destroy ya Emotional, we lost control of the prefrontal Irrational but the voice of God should calm that soul Made my home outside my home Fingers pointed towards my dome Went within and went alone Formed this man on my own Elders yelling "Spirit of rebellion!" Upset 'cause I felt it different I'm not working like a failed experiment Followed me wherever I went Emptiness and abandonment Manipulation, empty passion We grew up it started crackin' Saw the mistake, watched your reactions (Can't afford the collapsing) Never again seemed to always happen Made it hard for compassion Unstable and mentally ill Projecting onto God's will Too much at stake to not be grown Too young to be this cynical [Hook 2] Your survival's all you know, can't let go Hey kiddo, why's your self-esteem so low Who do you belong to? Who do you belong to? Your survival's all you know, can't let go Hey kiddo, why's your self-esteem so low Who do you belong to? Who do you belong to? [Verse 3: Alon] I got issues, trust is an issue Hard to trust people when people are an issue I look sideways, with my brow raised Spouse to friends to stranger walking my way I'm Chris Tucker nervous twitch on Friday Tense my jaw to fist quick to head your way With people, people nizzle safety (?) Feeble like the rest so it's even harder, trust me And now enters God with his thing about trusting complete and all Like falling backwards off a cliff to arms I can't see, touch, hear seems weird and all Come to think of it, I'm oppositional to his ways which seem irrational Yet I'm secretly intrigued with his personale Yet I'm battling to trust his rationale [Hook 1] It's still something so compelling It's still something so unsettling What draws you back to drink from the well when Don't nobody fear God no more