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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Motion Mosaic
The Motion Mosaic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Drewlo
Justin Drewlo
Songwriter
Jonah Poynter
Jonah Poynter
Songwriter
Cody Hillyard
Cody Hillyard
Songwriter
Jake Schultz
Jake Schultz
Songwriter
Stephen Hefta
Stephen Hefta
Songwriter

Lyrics

What time is it?
Lost in endless space between death and this
I think I was awake when rapture came
A distant snarl said “scorch this fucking place”
Or maybe rain?
I think I slept when rapture came to choke us
I swear, they heard us sing with perfect pitch, feathered wings
I did not say anything, anything
Speaker with no words, with no outlet
It would tear me apart if I wasn’t stained on this blood-soaked prayer necklace
No words
No outlet
No map
No atlas
They taught us god’s will
I found there is endless choice, endless slants
But not enough second chances
Enough second chances
Is it too late to choose a fucking side?
Give another try
Forgiveness for all the spared lives
A trade of modesty from bloodlust zealot pageantry
Or wavering faith from deistic apathy
Cynic with no map, with no atlas
It would tear me apart
Prophets, trinkets, all just a juxtaposition of peace
Of violent stains on this blood-soaked prayer necklace
No words
No outlet
No map
No atlas
Their death toll
Assurance of god
I’m not sure if this is heaven
What if we’d just tried to nod out and believe it?
Second time around?
Not enough second chances
I like this vagrancy
Take my life
It can’t be so bad when you don’t have a heart
Heart
Theological nomad with no say, with no part
You can call me a fucking cynic with no map, no outlet
Yeah, it’d tear me apart
Tear me apart if I wasn’t stained on this blood-soaked prayer necklace
Greet me in this prison
Serve with oblivious conviction
I’ll ask you then
Again and again
What time is it?
Lost in endless space between death and this
Written by: Cody Hillyard, Jake Schultz, Jonah Poynter, Justin Drewlo, Stephen Hefta
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