Lyrical Musings

Thoughtless Creeds
by Matthew Paul Miller

If dire straights are good
Then Nirvana is hell on earth
And the only thing that prayer is worth;
is knowledge of our pain
I don't know what I should
do in situations such as these
A reference to thoughtless creeds?
If to you it's just the same?

Give me a minute to figure out that I don't know what is wrong.
I could use the time to realize that what I thought was never right.

If intimacy's good
Then protection is a waste of time
Let's start believing that we'll all be fine;
until there comes a day
In a casket made of wood
They'll be viewing just a lifeless shell
Knowing that we didn't go to hell
'Cause for our sin to Jesus pay

Just give me a minute to figure out that I don't know what is wrong.
I could use the time to realize that what I thought was always right.
Do you know who you are to me?
Do you know who I ought to be?

If television helps;
we can watch a little matinee
Immobile in the middle of the day.
It's just a way of passing time
And all the feeling that we've felt
become invisible and float away
And when they ask us all about our day
we can say that it was fine

Just give me a minute to figure out that I don't know what is wrong.
I could use the time realize that what I thought was never right.
Do you know who you are to me?
Do you know who I ought to be?
I want to know who you are to me
and all other knowledge agnostic-ally.

Ezekiel 32

Your foreskin is showing, exposed, and I don't have the patience to deal with;
the problem
And there's a sword about your waste
And blood on your hand
but its not your own
But it will be someday
It will be someday

And there are swords
lying in heaps upon the hordes
of the dead
sword bearing warriors
And we honor you today
for your success in the campaign
But we've got our own blood on our hands

And I'm inclined to say;
that if you changed your ways
and your style
you'd be better off today
But am I unjust?
in assessing your misdemeanor?
You ought to be ashamed of yourself
You killed somebody else.