He With The Magnifying Glass Controls The Ant
Verse
The great dead are past our physical reach
And the solemn living beneath our Christian belief
They sit deep in their cathedra, not confident enough to stand and preach
They don’t think twice about the adverse effects of what they teach
And when I fade will you grab my final breath?
Will you see who I am or will you see what I’ve left?
Will you grieve me with an open mind?
Or cast away all the good thoughts you once had left inside?
Chorus
And I’ll scream it until my lungs give out
But when my tree falls will your forest be there to hold me up tall
Would you rather me whisper it or hear me say,
“My branches are broken and I’m ready to break”
Verse 2
Will I be remembered for the man I once was
Or the disease that turned me into the man I died from
Wafer or wine, none of these are holy enough to be divine
Pews and confession stands, they didn’t change the way I am
The Holy text was incorrect, didn’t read me right, left me lacking common sense
Would you say that I’m on the mend?
That I’m searching for some form of significance?
Don’t strike me down just yet, need to look under one more rock to find my final chance
Chorus
And I’ll scream it until my lungs give out
But when my tree falls will your forest be there to hold me up tall
Would you rather me whisper it or hear me say,
“My branches are broken and I’m ready to break”
And I’ll scream it until my lungs give out
But when my tree falls will your forest be there to hold me up tall
Would you rather me whisper it or hear me say,
“My branches are broken and I’m ready to break
Bridge
At what point do my sins outweigh my good
Are you on that big of an ego trip that you need my forgiveness?
Or are the other 4 billion with scabs on their knees
Not good enough to satisfy your needs
Chorus
And I’ll scream it until my lungs give out
But when my tree falls will your forest be there to hold me up tall
Would you rather me whisper it or hear me say,
“My branches are broken and I’m ready to break
It takes a village to raise a child
But the elder’s morals are worn and hallowed
The elder’s minds are, hallowed
