Showbread - Nothing Matters Anymore [Live]
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PAROLE : After all of this we've been dismissed by those who prefer to eat dirt. We've been gladly exempt, we are racked with contempt. And we happily wish you this hurt. My skull is on fire with barbs and black spires. My synapses shriek in the flames. Yet we reel with desire though chocked by coarse wire. We've been loosed by our raging disdain. I'm gone, God help me, I'm done, I'm done. Nothing can stop me, I'm done, I'm done. No fear, no doubt, I've bottomed out, I've lost myself, I'm letting go. No pride, no me, I've set them free, I've lost my mind and now I know. No pain, no death, they're put to rest, we leave them here, we close the door. No earth, no man, now take my hand, cause nothing matters... Oh, the stage that we soil, the plans that we foil, the joke that we play on the world. And you drown in the oil, all wrapped up in the coils. And crushed under the stones that you've hurled. Still we march through the tombs, through the darkness and gloom. And we shatter the columns of bone. And the world she breaks for the lives that she takes. She weeps as she dies all alone. No fear, no doubt, I've bottomed out, I've lost myself, I'm letting go. No pride, no me, I've set them free, I've lost my mind and now I know. No pain, no death, they're put to rest, we leave them here, we close the door. No earth, no man, now take my hand, cause nothing matters anymore. The world is a husk to be peeled back and torn. My body a shell that now breaks. How I long to escape from the chains that I've worn. And hasten my greatest escape. And when I breathe my very last, don't shed a tear for me. Discard the body that once was my prison, for I'll have been set free. And when the trumpets call us home and I'm no longer bedded by pain. Our tears will be forever dried, for the author of life knows my name. So we trample the hoards of the pointless and blank. We will die for the truth in our hearts. No force that exists will tear us from His hands. Nothing will tear us apart. Though the mirror is dull, the reflection obscured. We look beyond the obtuse. And the world weighs down, beating us to the ground. But her efforts are of little use. The Anointed One has purchased our souls. Death is battered and lifeless before me. The truth rains down for the children of Christ. And the truth has set us free. And through it all we rise when we fall. Though the road grows more narrow before me. Though we ache, though we cry, never break, never die. The one truth there it sets us free.