Luyện nghe bài hát Black Synagogue

"And the light, the lighAnnotatet can make everything feel beautiful. It can make it feel safe, so safe that, like, in the night, we spend all of our time running away our truths. And then we meet someone who tells us, 'God will always love you, no matter what you do. The only thing that will never stop loving you is God.' And because of all of our darkness—which at night I still run from, which at night we all still run from, we get stuck chasing light. That's a Black Synagogue."

"And God said that the meek shall inhabit the Earth! But shall be masses, I said masses!, of bloodshed first! And that will open the floodgates of Heaven, and pour down upon us His blessings from the floor, to the ceiling, but only if you praise Him, I said praise Him, shall you receive His healing!"

Save me the pain
I'm down
Don't you hear me
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with your holy
Give me
Can you me back to life?

Save me from the
I'm down
you hear me calling?
I you now
me 'til I'm whole with your holy light
Give me
Can you me back to life?

I running from the pain in my brain
Got on my scene while I search for the real me
Search for the real me, in the night
Only to angels when I'm lost in a height
I really wanna get lost in my mind
So I pray until I I'm getting lost in the vibe
I took the bottle up and I drink it to my what?
Yep, it to my fucking soul's lost in my eyes
But I don't really wanna drown no, I'm not that trusting
But I'ma keep coming though, till I'm sure that I found something
And I tell you what it is, you better talk to God, remember
No feelings, no allowed
And if pain's a then I need God
And so send someone to walk me out
But don't think, talk about it
Wait, sing, don't tell nobody
Wait, don't drink, fail your body
Wait, don't scream, no, shout it
See, these voices in my head are the loudest
So belligerent, so rowdy
And my tunnel vision's so clouded
And I don't really have a motherfucking
So, I to God, but I don't really know if He can hear me
But you know Him well, and I think you could bring Him near me
So I keep praying, every word I keep saying
part of me that I needed shield from
Every part of me that saving

Save me the pain
I'm falling
you hear me calling?
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole with holy light
Give me
Can you me back to life?

None of real, when it calls you
I found you, now I'm lost too
I've listening to service sermons
A redefining, a lot of words reworded
A thoughts detected and thoughts suggested
A lotta stuff that with certain persons
I've searching for the truth but it's embedded in lies
Read every single until I'm red in my eyes
And only hear you when you offering ties
And is the truth
But the Devil's a lie
But am I to do when the Devil is I?
And everything I touch seems to and die?
My mama always I was a rebel inside
But now I'm looking for some and a benevolent I
And how it to need that, some humbling pie
And how long it will when it comes from the sky
Means I'll probably be until I crumble and die
And wrestling with Satan while I'm struggling by
So, I think, I talk it
Wait, I drink, I tell
Wait, I sink, I my body
Wait, I scream, I'm fucking
these voices in my head are the fucking loudest
So belligerent, so rowdy
And my vision's so fucking clouded
And I don't have a motherfucking outlet
So, I talk to God, but I really know if He can hear me
And you know him well, and I think you could bring him near me
So I praying, everything that I keep saying
Every part of me that I needed shield
part of me that needs saving

Save me from the
I'm falling
you hear me calling?
I you now
Fill me 'til I'm whole your holy light
Give me
Can you bring me back to

Did he die on the for this?
Do you have any proof?
here is man-made
And I'm just searching for some truth
Cause they ever told me not to do
Has always made me question what is
Why listen to the words when they not you?
And why feel judged when I freely
Now I know what the fucking root of is
And why peace is dead, but evil
thinking they can talk to you
And what believe in they hearts are true
Now they feel they had the right to persecute
Judge, doom to hell and first to you
Now I don't know who wrote the Bible
But under the sun goes unrecycled
Take every shot you have a fucking rifle
Cause you ever get a chance for revival
So, just think, just about it
Wait, think, just tell somebody
Wait, don't blink, don't fail body
Wait, just scream, just fucking it
So the voices in your fall abruptly silent
And the blood in your veins flows rough and
And you see everything with your lifted
And burden you carry is eventually lighted
And you talk to God, even you ain't sure he hears you
And you it to Him, tell Him, He can keep the pain and fears too
And you keep praying, only now you don't repeat
Cuz you know when you let it go, then you Satan

"How many people here look for Jesus to solve their problems? Lots of people. And how many of those people are fixed? None of them know fucking about shit, they're all fucking fucked up. Anything to help you escape. It it, it takes something to just say, 'Fuck it! This is reality, I'm gonna deal with it!' But do we ever really deal with it? Deal with it, stop running, stop trying to find these substitutes? Stop trying to find Jesus in strangers, and Jesus in church, and God, and find God in yourself. Powerful thing, yeah?"