I Built The Cross : Banish the Disconnect

Deathcore / USA
(2012 - Self-Released)
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1. AUTHOR

Mighty, eternal author
Creation, a dancer poised graceful on the razor’s edge.
Chance has fathered no a child so elegant,
The hand of necessity, glaringly absent
The constants, the quantities,
A single voice raised in harmony
From the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, They sing a witness to your testimony.
The constants, the quantities,
A single voice raised in harmony
From the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, They sing a witness to your testimony.
From the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, They sing a witness to your testimony.
Intellect beyond our minds.
Majesty beyond comprehension.


2. BANISH THE DISCONNECT

Given wings to boldly champion the open air,
To soar purposefully from the captivity of your former self,
Commit not to crawling on your stomach.
Justified before the throne of the most high,
You are a precious child of God
The very depths of your most shameful agony,
The painful grief behind which you’ve hidden,
The vicious weight of depravity resting contentedly on your shoulders,
The vicious weight of depravity
Resting contentedly on your shoulders was nailed to the cross.
Jesus bore your debt,
So that you might be free. (x4)
Settle not for the false safety
Or for the transitory comfort of bonded hands,
But remember your identity in the Son of God.
You are not what you have done;
You are what Jesus has accomplished.
Cast into an ocean of grace,
We cannot exhaust God’s glory.
Cast into an ocean of grace,
We cannot exhaust God’s glory.
Cast into an ocean of grace.
Settle not for the false safety
Or for the transitory comfort of bonded hands
Banish the disconnect.
Banish the disconnect.
Banish the disconnect.
Banish the disconnect.


3. HUMAN PREDICAMENT PT. 1: GODLESS COSMOS

The brute nausea of existence,
The becoming feature of an oracular ocean of angry static,
Devotes itself to this forgotten planet.
The modern man,
Bound and chained in a lightless basement,
Cries out for purpose, for value,
For an unwarranted jump to the prohibited second story.
Cursed to a barren land of rigid indifference,
A kingdom built on the “firm foundations of unyielding despair,”
His clutching fingers find no substance to grasp,
No material for meaning.
He opens wide his eager mouth, but his lungs reject the acrid air.
The invariable product of the cold mechanics of this blind machine.
He opens wide his eager mouth,
But his lungs reject the acrid air.
The invariable product of the cold mechanics of this blind machine.
Committed to the communal grave,
The mindless universe permits all things.
These grand ethics we’ve created,
These nominal objectives in which we struggle
To discover a just cause to believe,
Prove no gain but defeat.
A blurry picture painted with the debris of morality,
A vilipend masterpiece orchestrated
In the lifeless fashion of pseudo-reality.
We’ve erased the sun,
And yet we still try to see.
We’ve erased the sun,
And yet we still try to see.
The brute nausea of existence,
The becoming feature of an oracular ocean of angry static,
Devotes itself to this forgotten planet.
Cursed to a barren land of rigid indifference,
A broken kingdom
We’ve erased the sun
We’ve erased the sun


4. HUMAN PREDICAMENT PT. 2: FOUNDATIONS

Author of the cosmos,
Our transcendent anchor,
Our eternal ground of authentic purpose
Jesus, our redeemer, creator, sustainer
Author of the cosmos,
Our transcendent anchor,
Our eternal ground of authentic purpose
Jesus, our redeemer, creator, sustainer
Foundations
Foundations
Pillar of objective worth,
Far-reaching arms of compassion.
Holy fount of value,
From your gracious waters we swim ashore.
Dignified branches grated into a pure vine.
Crafted in your image, Father,
Our intrinsic worth finds its ground.
We are ends in ourselves
Bearers of the divine imprint
We are more than matter
We are ends in ourselves
Bearers of the divine imprint
We are more than matter
We are ends in ourselves
Bearers of the divine imprint
We are more than matter
We are more than accidents
Foundations.


5. IMPOSTER CHRIST

Hanging from the cross with a wicked grin
Dancing on his dry, cracking lips,
His crooked smile mocks the world.
His death ransoms only for a parade of cold followers,
A regime of village sheep,
Bleating the montra:
“You can earn the heavens.”
This caricature king,
A messiah crafted by the hands of fruitless men,
Will break his subjects under the heavy hand of demands
For independent perfection.
This caricature king,
A messiah crafted by the hands of fruitless men,
Will close the doors to the kingdom
This caricature king will fall
This caricature king will crumble
This caricature king will fall
This false Lord trembles at Jesus’ name
This false lord
This false lord
These religious giants preach an empty gospel;
A strict ritual unworthy of the gracious title ‘Good news.’

The true savior,
The rightful king and redeemer,
Conquered the tyranny of death.
By the outpouring of his precious blood,
The gasping earth was given life’s breath.
By the outpouring of his precious blood
“It is finished,” said the son.
And the battle’s won,
We fight from victory.
We fight from victory,
And the battles won.
We right from victory.
Grace abounds.
This is the Gospel.
I will not be ashamed.
I cannot be ashamed.



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