Jesus, is this faith worth all the controversy?

Intricute – welcometomyworld;

Jesus, is this faith worth all the controversy?

Another child down, another defence out,
Another barricading of the truth,
We are all brothers, and sisters,
Under a sky of fire.
The bible isn’t so bulletproof,
And neither is my prayer.

Blood flies and martyrs cry,
The last words they’ll ever scream.
Fighting under the name of a saviour?
Surely He was here to save that.

They say the Lord will lead you into hope,
So walk into the light, child.
They say the faith will keep you eternally,
Walk into the light, child.



in·tri·cate (ĭn'trĭ-kĭt) adj.
1. Having many complexly arranged elements; elaborate.
2. Solvable or comprehensible only with painstaking effort.

mar·tyr·dom (mär'tər-dəm)
noun

1. The condition, sufferings, or death of a martyr.
2. Extreme suffering; torment.

Living in the Third Dimension;

Intricute – welcometomyworld;

Living in the Third Dimension;

Three dimensions aren’t all they seem,
When you can only pick out two,
The world’s been lying to you.

Symmetrical hatred upon your face,
Interlocking cold embrace,
Childhood charter now defaced;
Caught up in another disgrace.

Sorry to break your fall (with a rock)
Seems you’ve been faking it all.
Sorry to reap your reward (back to the top)
You just struck another wrong chord.

And all of this.
Never meant anything to you.
And all of this.
Never meant anything to you.

If you’re not gonna care, why do you dare?
If you’re not gonna care, why do you dare?
If you’re not gonna care, why do you dare?
If you’re not gonna, I dare you.

Don’t look back at the scene you’ve left developing in your wake.
Don’t look back at all the mistakes you decided to make.
Don’t look back at the fear and the quake,
Don’t look back at me,
‘Cause maybe it’ll all just go away.

I’ve lost count,
I’ve given you too many chances.
I’ve lost count,
And my reading’s off the Richter scale.