Listen to God is Dead, I Am Dead, and So Are You by Jack Barksdale

God is Dead, I Am Dead, and So Are You

Jack Barksdale

Singer/Songwriter

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jack Barksdale

Lead Vocals

Mike Meadows

Percussion

Jared Reynolds

Electric Bass Guitar

Diana Burgess

Cello

Luke Moller

Violin

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jack Barksdale

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mike Meadows

Producer

Britton Beisenherz

Britton Beisenherz

Mastering Engineer

Chris Gelin

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm awoken by the morning

Peering through the shades

My eyes open like the shell

To the pearl of my gaze

I'm inept, I'm sorry

I'm lying here again

My thoughts break into free fall

They ripple through the wind

The storyline encapsulates

The pixelated peak

Words break down and capsize

They die at my feet

Yes they die at my feet

God is dead

And has been all this time

I have bled through

Space and time

I am chained to this

dysfunctional mind

I am blind

But I'm trying to find

What it is to see

You stand and the hand of the holy command

And shove me to the floor

The circumstance's entrancing dance

Drags me through the door

Our northern star it flickers

Gone and back again

Misplaced trust of ancient dust

Haunts the road to heaven

Stop swaying to the melodies

Of your pretty little lies

Your lips they crack like broken glass

And cut you open wide

Yes they cut you open wide

God is dead

Don't be surprised

Soon you'll shed these

Petty rhymes

You're taking prisoners

Taking bribes

Fate is blind

It can be hard to find

What there is to see

I venture into the center of you

The mazes, the unsaid

Among the crimes and the peace of mind

For those you left for dead

The rivers cease from flowing

The wind dies down to breath

This mind it shines like fire

It burns down all that's left

The scene it circles round me

Metallic visions laugh

I fall down to my knees

The image mirrors back

My image mirrors back

I can hardly breathe now

The truth finds what it must

As sure as thought is gutted and rotten

Dust returns to dust

Dust returns to dust

Dust returns to dust

I am dead now

And so are you

The cancer spreads

The whole body through

The stars they fracture

And fall on the wounded

We are blind

But maybe we could find

What it is to see

Written by: Jack Barksdale