Rob Epifani - TMC (feat. Lindsey Harling)

There's heads to every tale
So gotta pause because this isn't just a theory
This isn't just a way to cope, but ideas can be jail
Cause I'm weary in the real world just waiting for the bail
I'm a cynic I'll admit it, as I look out for myself
I see a world that doesn't match the truth I read about
Or write about
And that doesn't make a lot of sense
While change it has the clearest sound
It might be what we've missed
There's more theory that I hold to
When it comes to existential angst
But the raw and real it doesn't stop
Because of the things we think
In fact it's slipping
The world is what I mean
There needs to be some action before real becomes the dream
Thank God the hope is not for now to be redeemed
Right now we're in between
Clawing in the dark at evil bursting from the seams
While the homeless tents of Cali creep
And the slavery lives at pockets reach
We wait on light to radiate it's beams

Truth make it clear
Where you want my feet to go
Cause I'm blind and lame
But the narrow path is what you show
Truth make it clear
Where you want my feet to go
Cause I'm blind and lame
But the narrow path is what you show

Man, why do good things happen to the worst of us?
Or death and trails happen to the best?
I've been searching for a rest in my current life
I now believe that it's arriving next
That's the only way to justify the blink we're given with all its sinning
Chaos brought about by major falls from heaven
So now we're left with shadows of the Good
A disciples discipline it takes a life to learn
And even then this isn't easy
A breezy way to live my make you happy but that doesn't last
The painful and the heavy make you well just like a cast
I've been cast for the role of Child don't have to know the lines yet
And when the take is cut I see the director smiling back, but why
I messed it up a thousand times in the same scene
But he's got the time for me
I'm getting better and I see
That life is reps and replays
And He points the right way
Don't have to make sense to the piece what the grandmaster has in sight, ok

Truth make it clear
Where you want my feet to go
Cause I'm blind and lame
But the narrow path is what you show
Truth make it clear
Where you want my feet to go
Cause I'm blind and lame
But the narrow path is what you show

Written by:
Robert Merillat

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