They want the spark
The sudden flash
The quick release to feel alive
A jolt of power to feed the flesh
But a spark without a wire
Just burns the house down
The teacher from below gave us the blueprint
It is not a battery to charge the ego
It is a grid
A nervous system for the empty hands
We are digging trenches in the dark
Under the surface of the pride
Because if the power hits a broken circuit
It turns to violence
It turns to noise
God is not withholding the current
He is laying the cables
God is not withholding the current
He is laying the cables
So we stay in the dust
Before the authority comes
Before the truth is spoken
We need the grid to hold the weight of grace
Five thick lines
Five heavy wires
Hold the line
Lay the wire
Prepare the ground
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen