"Portraits of Decay"
Portraits of Decay
Necrosis: the death of an organ of your body.
Accusing; neurotic hearts of men call for death.
Many die never knowing that there's more to life
than loving only lust,
Never turning from the animalistic pleasures
of the hedonism they trust.
Realize--greater pleasures do exist in the service of our Father.
Crawl across the planet in our vain, wanting existence.
Always on the lurk for a new form of amusement.
Have you never stopped and thought,
"There's more to life than this . . . ?"
Is there anything else?
Or do we just kill time until we die?
Life wasted away
by a philosophy that keeps you from the light.
Agnosticism: another philosophical axiom;
Hide behind the assumption you can't be sure of God.
Is this a portrait of your own life;
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own?
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way.
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay.
You may not notice, blinded to your state.
The life you now live has only one prognosis:
Necrosis.
Your heart left to die in your sins.
Mere existence; you spiritually unborn must awake.
Is this a portrait of your own life;
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own?
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way.
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay.
Many die with a heart grown cold and lifeless
from loving only lust.
Never finding a meaning for this life;
only killed what time they had.
Realize--a heart that's left for dead
will only take your life away.
Don't your know your worth?
A God has died for you!
Crawled inside a man called the Son of God.
Suffered unto death,
and rose to take your sins away.
Is there anything else?
Or do we just kill time until we die?
Life wasted away
by a philosophy that keeps you from the light.
False religion; just keep moving through the motions.
Hide behind appearing you have a faith in Him.
Is this a portrait of your own life;
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own?
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way.
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay.
You may not notice, blinded to your state.
The life you now live has only one prognosis:
Necrosis.
Your heart left to die in your sins.
Mere existence; you spiritually unborn must awake.
Portraits of Decay
Necrosis: the death of an organ of your body.
Accusing; neurotic hearts of men call for death.
Many die never knowing that there's more to life
than loving only lust,
Never turning from the animalistic pleasures
of the hedonism they trust.
Realize--greater pleasures do exist in the service of our Father.
Crawl across the planet in our vain, wanting existence.
Always on the lurk for a new form of amusement.
Have you never stopped and thought,
"There's more to life than this . . . ?"
Is there anything else?
Or do we just kill time until we die?
Life wasted away
by a philosophy that keeps you from the light.
Agnosticism: another philosophical axiom;
Hide behind the assumption you can't be sure of God.
Is this a portrait of your own life;
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own?
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way.
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay.
You may not notice, blinded to your state.
The life you now live has only one prognosis:
Necrosis.
Your heart left to die in your sins.
Mere existence; you spiritually unborn must awake.
Is this a portrait of your own life;
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own?
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way.
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay.
Many die with a heart grown cold and lifeless
from loving only lust.
Never finding a meaning for this life;
only killed what time they had.
Realize--a heart that's left for dead
will only take your life away.
Don't your know your worth?
A God has died for you!
Crawled inside a man called the Son of God.
Suffered unto death,
and rose to take your sins away.
Is there anything else?
Or do we just kill time until we die?
Life wasted away
by a philosophy that keeps you from the light.
False religion; just keep moving through the motions.
Hide behind appearing you have a faith in Him.
Is this a portrait of your own life;
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own?
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way.
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay.
You may not notice, blinded to your state.
The life you now live has only one prognosis:
Necrosis.
Your heart left to die in your sins.
Mere existence; you spiritually unborn must awake.