"As I wrote, I felt uneasy. I didn’t want to write a hopeless song when there was so much within our world that seemed hopeful. I didn’t want to package meaninglessness as the only answer to “why am I here?” However, I didn’t want to wrap the song up in a bow, selling a happy ending as fake as our airbrushed lives on social media. I didn’t want to resolve the journey by telling people I had your answer to happiness; because that’s not real life. That’s not how Ecclesiastes ends. How do I give an honest voice to desperation and doubt, how do I give space for them within our current liturgy of buying contentment and hacking your life towards happiness?
...The land behind is desolate. I have lived there many years, grabbing at objects of dust, collecting incessantly in my obsession. I have no nourishment. Though I fill my stomach with the rotten fruit of the barren land, I am empty...
"Desperate for escape Don’t care about the risks Either through in open window Or the slitting of her wrists The harder that she tries They pull her back for more For money or cheap pleasure She remains to them a whore"
"The battle lines drawn Face to face with This pure darkness Hollow red eyes Staring straight into to my soul Hatred in hand Oppression flows through its veins A vicious black heart Beats from the depths of Sheol
"Easy , it used to be so easy I stuck my flag in confidence when what I really needed was the Truth Oh and now I’m so confused Cause every pathway builds a structure and in the end the truth it will refuse"