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letra de prodigal - good morning bedlam

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wrapped up in blankets hiding from my own tears

believing through blindness that i’ll escape those dear fears

if only my hunger was for righteousness sweet

and only my mind didn’t stain my own feet

how long how long were you thinking you could hide

the fig tree is rotting now by your shame birthed by pride

i’ve been going to bed in all the old places

dreaming of demons with familiar faces

they look just like loved ones but with tighter embraces

they say we’ve seen your heart and it’s callous it’s heinous

your blood and your body fill me with guilt

and fill me with purity there my salvation is built

each sin that i’ve hidden strikes a spear in your side
but i cannot find your saving face for you blood is in my eyes

i’ve been going to bed in all the old places

dreaming of demons with familiar faces

they look just like loved ones but with tighter embraces

they say we’ve seen your heart and it’s callous it’s heinous

can you hear

can you hear

can you hear

can your hear

hush now my child go off to sleep

when will you find that your soul i will keep

can you hear
can you hear

can you hear

can you hear

return now my child all is not lost for comes a table but then comes the cross

your suffering is much and the sun she shines bright

but when she finally goes to rest you’ll be at my right side

i’ve been going to bed in all the old places

dreaming of demons with familiar faces

they look just like loved ones but with tighter embraces

they say we’ve seen your heart and it’s callous it’s heinous

the sky may be tempting be we are your roots

if you sever us and bleed out then what will that prove

because you can cry out and scream out and bleed out and pray
but what if god don’t come down, what if you can’t be saved

so i stuck out my neck to see if they’d follow through

and i heard a small voice that was wrapped up in truth it said

if your heart is still beating then you are my son

i’ve prepared a feast while you’ve been on the run

your insults forgotten they’re dead and they’re gone

so you’re free to come home back to where you belong

- good morning bedlam

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