William Tyler Sowers - Doubt

How many people have come up to me asking what I believe?
We're trained, and we learn of who knocks at the door
But that's never happened before
The story unfolds
We're only told
It was written before we spoke
So I sit down and I take notes
How many people lie?
I'm not afraid to die
How many people lie, saying, I'm not afraid to die?
How many people have come up to me and paint their pain like a game?
A cubist persona with no use for a flame but I never cared for the name
What kind of story gives me glory?
I know it sounds quite contradictory
To be the only living thing in my house
To be the just and virtuous spouse
How many people lie?
I'm not afraid to die
How many people lie, saying, I'm not afraid to die?
Can we know, without a doubt?
Can we know, without a doubt?
Can we know, without a doubt?
Can we know, without a doubt?
How many people lie?
I'm not afraid to die
How many people lie, saying, I'm not afraid to die?
Something rises up in me, something I don't want you to see
This delusion that I'm losin' 'sgot my arms striped with bruises
I'm a sinner and a saint but with both parts' shame
And you handed me books and I thought it'd all stop
But I'd painted my black heart with every last drop
I turned the page and the page; it went on like a song
Turned it up real loud but I couldn't sing along
Maybe I'll get it before my judgment day
Or my voice keeps cracking like these jars of clay
Like my feet like the king that I heard in the dream
Or the one who was once called a Philistine
Or maybe the Mannichean or Augustine
Was the word that I heard, was it heresy?
They stripped all the beauty out of the search
So my wayward nature would be still in church
And we're still in church
And we're still in church
Afraid to die
And we're still in church
Yeah, we're all in church
And we're all still afraid to die

Written by:
William Sowers

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