Album Lyrics

Spoken Word

Years went by. The business grew.
But whenever I took the ferry or the subway into the city,
from time to time, I'd see them. The demons.
Grinning at me through the faces of the people they were possessing.
They were still waiting.

I turned to the Word. I read everything.
The canonical, the non-canonical, the hidden books.
And those ancient words felt familiar, like they were personal.
I became an ordained minister.
The night the papers arrived, my wife swore she smelled fresh-baked bread in the room.
I smelled nothing.

The dreams stopped after the hypnosis sessions.
The childhood trauma finally went quiet.
So I wrote this album.
To push it all out, close the book forever, and move on.

Verse 1

Riding the ferry across the gray tide,
Building a life with my wife by my side.
But down in the subway under the street,
I'd see the dark spirits in the strangers I'd meet.
A sinister grin from a passenger's face,
A demonic stare in a crowded place.
I knew they were waiting, hiding in men,
Hoping that I would be broken again.

Pre-Chorus

I dug through the scriptures, the pages they hid,
The ancient texts speaking of what heaven did.
And the night I was ordained to stand in the light,
A holy wind moved through the dark of the night.

Chorus

This is my life story, written in song,
A heavy confession of where I belong.
I'm closing the book on the ash and the pain,
I'm washing the shadows away in the rain.
I don't know the plan when He calls me above,
But I'll leave this world with a message of love.

Verse 2

I stood at the pulpit to preach of the cross,
To gather the broken and rescue the lost.
But the Pharisees came with their anger and pride,
"Where are your tongues?" the hypocrites cried.
I pointed to Christ and the blood that He shed,
And they walked away angry, spiritually dead.
But I carry on with my eyes on the sky,
Letting the ghosts of my history die.

Bridge

The visions have faded, the trances are done,
The battles are over, the quiet has won.
I poured out my soul in the tracks of this art,
To empty the sorrow right out of my heart.
I promised myself when I was just a boy,
That my children would only know safety and joy.

Verse 3

I have walked through the darkness and horror and pain,
Through torment and evil that drives men insane.
I do not like this world and I never will,
The cruelty and greed and the blood they have spilled.
They cry out for children while banking the gold,
The innocent suffer while the righteous grow cold.
They pollute and destroy what our Father has made,
While preaching of mercy in the mess that they've laid.

Pre-Chorus

I asked why my Father allows this to stand,
Like Job in the darkness I can't understand.
But He spoke from the whirlwind with reasons untold,
And I dare not question what I cannot hold.

Verse 4

So I cope with the darkness of this prison I'm in,
And I pray for His mercy to cover my sin.
But the one light that shines in this world cold and gray,
Is the wife and the children He gave me to stay.
I did not deserve them yet He gave them to me,
The only true light in this world I can see.

Verse 5

So many faces from my past have moved on,
Into the silence, forever they're gone.
I lost my best friend, my protector, my shield,
And my older cousin who the dark habits killed.
But the world is much brighter, the shadows recede,
No more will the innocent suffer and bleed.
The abusers and predators, the source of the pain,
Are gone from this earth, never striking again.
They can never hurt children, their evil is dead,
The monsters are buried, the nightmares are shed.

Chorus

This is my life story, written in song,
A heavy confession of where I belong.
I'm closing the book on the ash and the pain,
I'm washing the shadows away in the rain.
I don't know the plan when He calls me above,
But I'll leave this world with a message of love.

Outro Spoken Word

To my boys... you will never see
the horrors and shadows that traumatized me.
You will only know the embrace of a father,
the fatherly love that I never had.
To my wife, you're the anchor that held me so tight.
Lord, grant me a beautiful end to the night.
The book is now closed.
The music is done.