Bad Blood

(álbum: Atlas: Darkness - 2013)

You fixed your eyes on us,
Your flesh and blood,
A sculpture of water
And unsettled dust.

When there was bad blood in us,
We learned our lesson:
Genesis to the last generation.

So we wrestle with it all
The concept of grace
And the faithful concrete
As it breaks our fall.

Our questions are all the same.
Identical words; how they feel brand new against different time frames.
Identical words against different time frames.

We know it all by heart
The whole is greater
Than the sum of it's parts.

We've heard it all before
In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.

Like firewood,
Burning bright
In the dead of winter,
By only a flicker
We cling to this life.

So we huddle over maps;
Is it faith or prediction,
Will or tradition
Until we collapse?
We argue our bearings
Until we collapse.

We study our story arcs
Inherently good,
Or were we broken right from the start?

Our hesitant fingerprints
Trace every mountain,
Lace every valley
Until we're convinced...

That we know it all by heart
Every blade of grass
Bears our mark.

In the name of being brave,
Though it's just another word for being afraid.

We know it all by heart
The whole is so much greater
Than the sum of these parts.
We've heard the truth before,
For in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.