Текст песни: Is This A Dry Season Or Agnosticism? + перевод

I see the crowd but there’s nobody out there

Nobody that I can recognize

I find my hands washed by the blood of a savior

Bearing the weight he looks me square in the eyes

I can see the heart, I’m breaking now

What good is this? What good is all of your worship

Though you’ve raised your hands up high?

You’ve knelt before the throne an arrogant people

Only to learn you’re praising your lies

I can see his heart. You can’t yourself

I’ll make you drown, I’ll make you scream

I’ll do whatever, whatever, whatever I can

I’ll make you drown, I’ll make you scream

I’ll do whatever, whatever, whatever I can say

Is this just a dry season, or does agnosticism plague us all?

We worship God on Sundays, using the weekdays for the fall

The church’s budget overflows while poverty persists

How can the heart of Jesus and the prideful coexist?

The creases of my bible aren’t as worn as they once were

The pages of my journal haven’t held a written word

My spirit scans the shallows, though intended for the deep

How can I find myself in heaven if hell is where I’ll sleep?

I gave myself up

I gave myself up

I gave myself up

I gave myself up

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