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I say your name in my own way, with my own terms of endearment.
Oh dear, oh dear.
And I crave the same sentiment.
I want it back.
I need the same back.
I’ll say what is nice to get twice as much back.
When will I give without wanting anything?
When will I listen without my skin blistering?
When will I love like I am loved?
I say your name in my own way, with my own terms of endearment.
Oh dear, oh dear.
And I crave the same sentiment.
I want it back.I need the same back.
I lie for the rush.
I fill you with refuse.
My lines are decorated, exactly what you want to hear.
I just keep giving to get.
My affections are mine.
My heart is sick, sick again.Giving to get, my affections are my own.
Affinity renew.
Make me new.
I say your name in my own way, with my own terms of endearment.
Oh dear, oh dear.
And I crave the same sentiment.
I want it back.I need the same back.
Now I recall that being close began by being vulnerable
Opening up my heart, along with my jaw and letting flow the flaws, disassembling their claws.
As the cadence goes, my life unfolds, and Grace shows up.
Always ending with being known and understood.
When I am lowly, lonely and thoughts don’t stop,I slow, slow, slow down and plead for peace.
I know where to run.
From Him comes affirmation.
I seek to share the same.
For the glory of God and for the sake of my brothers.
I will always say His name.
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There once was a time of great peril, more than the battle we now find ourselves.
A war waiting for a savior, then the medic came to claim a world in shame.
Grace has filled the day, but civilians live in anarchy—sway.
They could rest in the freedom, but have not heard.
We have a mission to share:
“The enemy has you running with a gun in your mouth.
He has you citing in your own works.Jumping on hand grenades, earning badges like a letter grade.
But it is not about what you have done.
And your experience should not be relied on.
Feelings are not your armor and flesh is not your trust.
(We need) Hearts wearing Christ, not kevlar.
(We need) Minds thinking humility, not a human honor.
Everyone’s on the front lines, so quit digging trenches to hide.
Using your hands won’t save you.Works just shovel a grave.
We need to trust in God.
The plans of man will fall like an amputee.
The lost crawl on blown off knees.
They campaign on a ration of their own deeds.”
But it is not about what you have done.
And your experience should not be relied on.
Feelings are not your armor and flesh is not your trust.
But it is not about what you have done.
And your experience should not be relied on.
Feelings are not your armor and flesh is not your trust.
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What has got you so excited?
Your tongue constantly hanging outside your lips.
Sharpen your hands to pointy fingertips.
(You are) Quick to jump ship or throw the weak ones overboard.
Are you bored?
Hope you make it to the shore.
Don’t let your opinion sink you to the ocean floor.
Led thoughts leads to led speech.
Voices grow softer to those on the surface.
What is your purpose?
Depth is swallowed by the depths.
Take the weight out of your head!
Where is the front door to this ship?
As if you built who goes inside.
As if the blueprints did not have one drawn in it.
If there are no doorways you’ll surely drown and die, die inside.
We welcome all aboard, unless you disagree.
Hope you make it to the shore.
Don’t let your opinion sink you to the ocean floor.
Led thoughts leads to led speech.
Voices grow softer to those on the surface.
What is your purpose?
Depth is swallowed by the depths.
Take the weight out of your head!
I still love you, even though it’s hard to.
I still love you.
We're all aboard!
Don’t sink yourself and take your brother with.
Don’t sink yourself or take your family with.
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Why am I afraid?
God my heart has never felt so spun.
A child in the middle between home and what he has done.
The old self never seems to be gone, while still believing the new has come.
The struggles end, then something new.
I keep forgetting, I gave myself to you.
Reel my roots into your sun.
Growing strong by leaning into your rays.
Through seasons of deciduous sleep, my life keeps spinning by as He constantly, abundantly, pleads for me.
My feet are in the earth.There can be no wandering off.
My toes clutch the soil.
Limbs keep waving—my will is caving.
The fall comes, the wind lingers, and leaves shed.
They chase what they want, until curling up in a brown distraught.
Only I am left alive.
Reel my roots into your sun.
Growing strong by leaning into your rays.
Through seasons of deciduous sleep, my life keeps spinning by as He constantly, abundantly, pleads for me.
Where is the line between where I, where I stand and how I grow?
If you believe then you are saved.
Grace covers all of you.
And you are free to fail, so don’t you dare stay there.
You are saved to so much more.
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I have searched this house room by room.
Every single one is a vacant tomb.
Searching each hallway, checking every single door.
Turning each handle real slow, expecting to see what I am looking for.
Surprise! Surprise!
To my surprise.
I see no one.
I see empty rooms and all their insides.
All of my searching is really Him seeking me.
A still small voice is guiding, wanting to be found.
I have searched this house floor by floor.
From the shadows of the basement to the loft.Is there more?
Unhinging each door and ripping up the tile floor.
All the furniture is turned over.
Which spots have been ignored?
While taking out the walls, I begin to hear distant calls.
Surprise! Surprise!
I chase the voice upstairs.
I see no one.
I see an empty hall and an open window.
All of my searching is really Him seeking me.
A still small voice is guiding, wanting to be found.
There is a cord attached to the window.
On the other end, I find my God.
With the string around my wrist, I leave a broken home.
Straight to you, straight to you!
My search for you is done.
Straight to you, straight to you!
Your search for me is won.I could not find you, I could not see you, now I can.
The scales fall out of my eyes.
I am your adopted son.
Scales fall out of my eyes.
I am your adopted son.
Scales fall out of my eyes.
I am your adopted son.
Scales fall out of my eyes.
I am your adopted son.
Scales fall out of my eyes.
I am your son.
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released November 1, 2012
Kyle Richards- Vocals
Sam Hauge- Guitar, Vocals
Dan Peltier- Guitar
Landon Regner- Bass
Sam Pfaffe- Drums
