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there's a parasite in my brain

that i cannot pull out

it's all i think about and it's driving me insane.

sometimes i still complain,

but only words come out.

if there is any doubt, i'll fall apart and rearrange.

our broken hearts are molded, so endure

and we can get a glimpse of what life is

our God is love, no politics

i'll trade my curses for a cure

i want freedom that i don't deserve,

peace when all i have is war.

i know how to feel pain,

how could i live without?

if i could just grow out of pride and shame.

it's what you spoke about

when you said we're all the same.

we give ourselves away in the city on the mount.

so what's this all about?

am i better off this way?

when i was made of clay i couldn't live it out.

when i would close my eyes

and pretend the world was mine,

i'd see it all with strings and i would run away.

our broken hearts are molded, so endure

and we can get a glimpse of what life is

we live for God, not government.

i'll trade my surface for a core,

i want freedom that i don't deserve,

peace when all i have is war.