BITTERSWEET
as sweet as it was
or as sweet as it seemed
like the most magnificent wonder
that was just a dream
and it shook me all up
and it stirred me around
but it left me cold and wanting
cause it had no ground
oh, none to be found
and i know why
(know why i sell myself short)
and i know why
(know why i sell my Savior small)
but it won't make me cry
make me cry tonight
the beauty was such
and immeasurably so
my eyes were alive and bright
to the blinding glow
and as i embraced
to love it more
i shivered and fell like a leaf
to the forest floor
where i was before
and i know why
(know why i sell myself short)
and i know why
(i sell my Savior small)
but it won't make me cry
but it won't make me cry
(why do we stand there?)
in constant fear
almost near
as if my only thought
and my only breath
i gave and i gave and i gave
till i'd nothing left
except consequence
and i know why
(know why i sell myself short)
and i know why
(know why i sell my Savior small)
have i run to Christ?
have i?
(why do we stand there)
in constant fear
almost near
(why do we stand there?
without a care
though so aware

SLIPKNOT
and fear
how it often seems to be all you hear
like a siren that just fills up your ears
will you lit it show you what you hold
oh, so close
and confused
i think i keep the devil amused
when i believe that his lies are true
but beyond the haze i know
which glory remains
my need i seek
in this hope i own
Majesty, i see
indifference is cold
and hate
it seems to run this world just great
will they turn on time or roll in too late?
there's no turning round
on our knowledge now
and pain
does it fall upon your life like rain?
it will not kill or make you insane
just don't bow your neck
to the cutter's blade
my need i seek
in this hope i hold
Majesty, i see
indifference is cold
and fear
is it ever, ever all you can hear?
like a siren that just fills up your ears
would you let it go and throw you arms
to Christ, so close
my need i seek
in this hope i own
Majesty, i see
indifference is cold

DIGGING DEEP
so now hold your breath
and set the stage
prepare your self for the cynic's rage
is it a question still of who is man?
or how they feel with what i am
but digging deep i found a way
what more do i need to say
gone thru life and death
and what remains
if any blemish hang your head in shame
like a fever that just keeps you down
would you simply let it stay around?
'digging deep' i guess i say
is more pridefulness of that day
in truth i know that it is clear
i was distant, God is near
in the goodness and strife
found an empty wanting life
though so long made no sound
with tears i bowed myself down
won't you greet this man
and hear his words
maybe an open ear would make him stir
could a closed heart have saved a man?
digging deep i guess i say
is more pridefulness of that day
in truth i know that it is clear
i was distant, God is near
so now hold your breath and set the stage
prepare yourself for the cynics rage
is it a question still of who is man?
or how they feel and what i am

FOR THE LOVE OF MY COUNTRY
for the love of this country, hey
one man pinned up and traded away
for the love of the country, hey
He is...
for the love of this country, man
how He laid down to love His land
for the love of this country, man
He is all
but what can i say?
(oh)
run and hide?
(no)
how can i be?
(low)
do you see this place?
(gone away, gone away, gone away)
do you see this race?
(gone away, gone away, gone away)
for the love of this country, see
how we shake our fists angrily
for the love of this country, see
we are so
but what can i say
(oh)
run and hide
(no)
how can i be
(low)
do you see this place?
(gone away, gone away, gone away)
do you see this race?
(gone away, gone away, gone away)
for the love of this country, hey
would i live so to fade away?
for the love of this country, hey
would i fall?

SPEAK SOFT* (written by The Swoon)
Jerry had some beers and started to sing
he knows what he means he don't mean a thing
he waited for the wisdom years would bring, to him
on the refrigerator door
are the words he had written moments before
it says i hope i never have to go to war
speak soft, baby don't you talk to me
he goes to the dance and falls in love
years later it's still her he's thinking of
she never spoke once or even looked up, enough
speak soft, baby don't you talk to me
Houdini closed himself inside of a box
he didn't have a trick to spring the lock
off the stage the people watched, the clock
prison could be a nice place to live
the bars on the window like bars on a crib
freedom is the least desired gift, to give
speak soft, baby don't you talk to me
Jerry had some beers and started to weep
it's time to turn away, it's his time to sleep
don't trouble yourself with seeking peace, go cheap