John Reuben , Alon Auguste - Still Something lyrics

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

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?

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

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

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?

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

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