Snare of the Fowler (feat. Machi)

We would rather just, we would rather just Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us The elevation of our craft could be miraculous But we would rather just, we would rather just We would rather just, we would rather just Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us The elevation of our craft could be miraculous But we would rather just, we would rather Oh the apathy I pray when you hear this that you get back to me I'd rather be turning melody into masterpiece But I laid out a vision reminiscent of the Maccabees Cuz I'm hear to go to war with idols that just sound wack to me The game's afoot Consider the quality of the faith you put In words with no meaning Busy feening all over latest hooks That have you feeling good When you really could Be checking what's underneath the hood Well this might leave you shook At cycles you've endured your whole life You've been settling for less You injected their projection cuz their flow relieved the stress And when their problems became your problems You're left cleaning up the mess You don't feel finessed? The rose colored glass has jagged edges, sharp to the touch But I wield a sword, double edged, it's mean in the clutch It's just too much Cognitive dissonance in a sense it's absurd We've been blinded to these words Blinded to these words They don't talk about after sex, when you have to say goodbye They don't talk about reality sinking in after every high They don't talk about how money can't make anybody love you They don't talk about how having everything Can take every thing from you Unfaithful Ungrateful Hateful Unstable Relationships Deadly addictions, worst afflictions I don't think we were made for this Superstition or unbelief I don't think that we prayed for this Yes the status quo is dangerous The status quo is dangerous *Interlude* "Once again we lift up our hands to an unknown God" We would rather just, we would rather just Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us The elevation of our craft could be miraculous But we would rather just, we would rather just We would rather just, we would rather just Let our sorrows beat, bruise, and batter us The elevation of our craft could be miraculous But we would rather just, we would rather just What's the meaning of all this corrosion Vendettas, evil agendas, they were Ill-chosen Sin keeps whispering, birthing commotion Negligence and ignorance are tightly interwoven Suppressing this new birth my Father seeks to bestow me with Bleeding out, all the while writing theses on oxytocin Contradictions, irregularities in my approach meant The deceptions and conspiracies made further encroachments Between covers budded seeds of pure destruction Plucked the sanctity of marriage out And tried to deconstruct it An evil notion twisted quotients made a false deduction Found novelty of sex at my expense when I was younger Back when I was younger post-sleeping on the bunker I was cavalier, rocked a fade like Iman Shumpert I need a new cluster cuz your fruit can cure hunger All them grapes of wrath I had had me 6 under Heavenly structure shatters Weak, beat, bruised and scattered What's the matter? We want more full course platters And thereafter, deal with the disaster Hoping to heal what I've torn running between these two masters Such was thus discussed between my soul and mammon They've been unstable characters Now I'm amidst a famine, consequences examined And then what happened? I felt defenseless But pride's a temptress, so who could fathom What I did next with my free actions Had me locked and bounded, further confounded Endlessly surrounded, till I treaded the mountain And what I found is, despite all past wickedness My God could still surmount it I was honestly astounded Now I tote a pen, a fountain To etch this fountain of words He's abounding in The center of my rifts, hooks, bars, bridges, and choruses Such is the beauty of deliverance Trusting in Him enhances how I deliver this