Angel Haze, Diana Gordon - Black Synagogue lyrics

"And the light
The light can make everything
Feel beautiful it
Can make it feel safe, so safe that, like
In the night, we spend all of our
Time running away from our
Truths and then we meet someone who tells us
'God will always love you
No matter what you do the
Only thing that will
Never stop loving you is God' And because
Of all of our darkness which
At night I still run
From, which at night we all still run from
We get stuck chasing light
That's a Black Synagogue"

"And God said that the meek
Shall inhabit the Earth!
But there shall be masses, I said masses!
Of bloodshed first! And that


Will open the floodgates
Of Heaven, and pour down upon us
His blessings from the floor, to
The ceiling, but only if you praise
Him, I said praise Him
Shall you receive His healing!"

Save me from the pain i'm falling down
Don't you hear me calling? I need you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with your holy light
Give me sanction
Can you bring me back to life?

I been running from the pain in my brain
Got stains on my scene while I
Search for the real me
Search for the real me, lost in the night
Only talk to angels when I'm lost in a height
I don't really wanna get lost in my mind
So I pray until I feel I'm
Getting lost in the vibe
Then I took the bottle up and
I drink it to my what?
Yep, drink it to my fucking
Soul's lost in my eyes
But, I don't really wanna drown no
'cuz I'm not that trusting
But, I'ma keep coming 'round though
Till I'm sure that I found something
And when I tell you what it
Is, you better talk to God, remember
No feelings, no thoughts allowed
And if pain's a trapdoor then I need God
And so send someone to come walk me out
But don't think, don't talk about it
Wait, don't sing, don't tell nobody
Wait, don't drink, don't fail your body
Wait, don't scream, no, fucking shout it
See, these voices in my head
Are the fucking loudest
So belligerent, so fucking rowdy
And my tunnel vision's so fucking clouded
And I don't really have
A motherfucking outlet so, I talk to God
But I don't really know if He can hear me
But, you know Him well
And I think that you could bring Him near me
So I keep praying
Every word that I keep saying
Every part of me that I needed shield from
Every part of me that needs saving

None of this's real, when it calls you
Thought I found you, now I'm lost too
I've been listening to service sermons
A lotta redefining, a lot of words reworded
A lotta thoughts detected
And thoughts suggested
A lotta stuff that resonates
With certain persons
I've been searching for the truth
But it's embedded in lies
Read every single verse until I'm
Red in my eyes and God'll only hear you
When you offering ties
And protection is the truth
But when the Devil's a lie
But what am I to do when the Devil is I?
And everything I touch seems
To shrivel and die?
My mama always said I was a rebel inside
But now I'm looking for some
Peace and a benevolent I
And how it feels to need that
Some humbling pie
And how long it will take when
It comes from the sky
Means I'll probably be waiting until
I crumble and die
And just wrestling with Satan
While I'm struggling by
So, I think, I talk about it
Wait, I drink, I tell somebody
Wait, I sink, I fail my body
Wait, I scream, I'm fucking shouting
Cause these voices in my head
Are the fucking loudest
So belligerent, so fucking rowdy
And my tunnel vision's so fucking clouded
And I don't really have
A motherfucking outlet so, I talk to God
But I don't really know if He can hear me
And you know him well
And I think that you could bring him near me
So I keep praying
Everything that I keep saying
Every part of me that I needed shield from
Every part of me that needs saving

Did he die on the cross for this?
Do you have any fucking proof?
Everything here is man made
And I'm just searching for some fucking truth
Cause everything they ever told me not to do
Has always made me question what freedom is
Why listen to the words when
They not from you?
And why feel judged when I freely live?
Now I know what the fucking root of evil is
And why peace is dead, but evil lives
Everybody thinking they can talk to you
And what they believe in they hearts are true
Now they feel that they had
The right to persecute
Judge, doom to hell and come first to you
Now I don't really know who wrote the Bible
But nothing under the sun goes unrecycled
Take every shot you have with a fucking rifle
Cause you rarely ever get
A chance for revival
So, just think, just talk about it
Wait, just think, just tell somebody
Wait, don't blink, don't fail your body
Wait, just scream, just fucking shout it
So the voices in your
Head fall abruptly silent
And the blood in your veins
Flows rough and violent
And you see everything with
Your lifted eyelids
And every burden you carry
Is eventually lighted and you talk to God
Even when you ain't sure he hears you
And you give it to Him, tell Him
He can keep the pain and fears too
And you keep praying
Only now you don't repeat sayings
Cuz you know when you let it go
Then you receive savin

"How many people here look for Jesus
To solve their problems? Lots of
People and how many of those people
Are fixed? None of them
Know fucking about shit
They're all fucking fucked up
Anything to help you escape it takes it, it
Takes something to just say, 'Fuck
It! This is reality
I'm gonna deal with it!' But do we
Ever really deal with it? Deal
With it, stop running, stop trying to
Find these substitutes? Stop trying to
Find Jesus in strangers, and Jesus
In church, and God, and find
God in yourself powerful thing, yeah?"