Levi The Poet - The Bride lyrics

If misery loves company
(and isn’t that why you clung to me?)
Let’s all come together and we’ll
A call it a church
Put a few people on pedestals and they
Can tell us why we hurt
And I will hold these people
With such high esteem
(o my god, if you fail
You fail the whole machine)
Aren’t we all just wolves
In sheep’s clothing?
Shepherd, tend to your flock
But look out for the beast
Cause she’s a mean one, you see
She’s beautiful, she’s ugly
Her lips taste like honey
And she’s been eyeing you the
Way that she’s eyeing me
But my costume is so clean!
I finally tucked my claws
Inside these little feet
And I’m standing so righteous and haughty!

But, I lost interest in your bride
(that body) when I stopped recognizing the
Groom in the congregation

Ephesus! Where is that love?
What it’s this uninviting
Apprehensive sensation? And when did our
Relationship become exclusive?

There is nothing new underneath that sun
But I will not succumb to be recruited
For the only army that shoots the wounded
(I would rather be the wounded)
I am the wounded!

SANCTUARY!

O, the church is a whore
But she’s still my mother
(and I try to love her) God knows I love her!
I am her

Better to lose an arm or a leg
(yeah) cast out anything that’s gonna
Cause you to fail again
If I wasn’t such a sucker for pain
I would’ve gouged out my eyes nine years ago
Today and no need to worry about
Me pointing out your flaws
I don’t have a speck in my eye
I’ve got a splintered log
And I am not strong enough to cut it off
(but I’m not trusting enough to
Hand someone else the saw)
So it’s the blind disagreeing with the blind
About sight
And it’s the mute screaming at the deaf
(with all his might) about wrong and right
"I’ve got a novel full of excuses
About why I left the bride
And they’re all justified!"

In broken penmanship and crooked lines
"i am entirely bitter inside"
And I need somebody wiser to
Differentiate between truths and lies
And pray my calloused heart beats steady
I’m pretty good at forgiving
But I’d like to start forgetting
And I’m tired of the rats
Eating my harp string
I miss the sound of her
Voice when she’d sing:

"I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You it’s all about You
Jesus
I’m sorry, Lord, for the things I’ve made it
It’s all about You it’s all about You, Jesus"

The church may be a whore but she
Has a lot to teach me
And if love keeps no record of wrongs
Then I want to love completely
We all are whores, we are all lovers
And I am gonna love her i am her