I tried to learn to walk without this crutch,
Holding on to anything That might keep me up,
But what it'd take to move my legs was more than I could pay,
That cross won't fit unless you nail me to it, and I don't have the strength.
I wanted to be that man who washed your feet,
I wanted to move those mountains right into the sea,
But all of my gold turned into dust somewhere along the way,
Now the mess that I sit in now is the mess I've made.
I tried so hard to give you everything,
Laid myself down on your alter for you to cut away,
But the sin I claim is the sin I keep,
And too afraid of what I'd be, I crawled away,
And now I don't do much but bleed.
This is where good men die, down on their knees,
This is the line where comfort turns to complacency,
This is the thorn stuck in my side and God it made me slow,
It hurt too much to pull, so I just let it grow.
It hurt too much to pull, so I just let it grow.
Jesus was a black communist jew from Palestine 🇵🇸 to that alone can I say amen, not the white Californian surfer dude evil empire distortion we get today rocketredfern
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022