DesertThe lights flicked off.More Like This
We're trying something new today.
Opening a door I wasn't sure if I was ready to enter.
But I went through it anyway.
I bowed my head and emptied my mind.
Not allowing any other thoughts to enter.
The air was suffused with cascading tongues,
Weaving through the air and through my mind.
I let it soak.
Let it take me away.
My body's going numb.
I'm drifting away.
I see a desert.
Something tells me I should say something,
That I should say it out loud.
But I'm scared.
And I don't know why.
My heart is pounding,
I'm so scared.
But I don't know why.
I feel him.
I feel him staring down at me.
My heart pounds even faster.
"Desert," I murmur.
Nobody heard me.
"Desert. Desert. Desert,"
Can anybody hear me?
"Desert. Desert. Desert. Desert. Desert,"
Why won't they listen to me?
"Desert, Desert, Desert, Desert, Desert, Desert, Desert," I say it louder this time.
I'm so scared.
"Desert, Desert, Desert,
He Is SaviorI've been waiting for Prince Charming to come,More Like This
Little did I know He already came,
Two-thousand years ago,
He came to save my soul,
I was waiting for my Hero to arrive,
I should'a known He's been here all the time,
Waiting for me,
To look into His eyes,
And I know it sounds so cliche,
But I gotta sing it anyway,
Jesus is everything to me,
Jesus is all that I need,
He's a father to the fatherless,
Grandfather and childhood friend,
Husband to the prostitute,
The widowed, rejected, destitute,
He's the Judge and the One who pleads your case,
The One who grants your freedom, and the One who takes your place,
He's your lover, He's your creator,
He's Prince Charming, He's your Savior,
Been trying to fill up the whole in my chest,
Yet whatever I put in this yearning can't be put to rest,
And if I look into the deepest parts of me,
I can see the place where You need to be,
Everything I actually wanted just leads back to You,
And if I'm honest with myself, I know it's the truth,
Everything I ever
look at me I am so happy I'm so scaredMore Like This
I've seem to set myself up for disaster..
casting my fears in plaster..
Left with my soul in the evening
too numb to think of the after..
Keeping secrets from myself
lying about the endless chatter..
Faking a smile
Waistline Oppression (Skinny Jeans)Last week I was shopping round for skinny jeans,More Like This
And these girls I don't know started gettin' real mean,
Callin' me names like twig and stick,
Getting in my face and acting like pricks,
Cuddlin' a stack of fashion magazines,
They must be gettin' sick of the modelling scene,
Cause girl's their size aren't always represented,
They see women like me and take out their resentment,
My thin waist is all that they see,
When will they realize it doesn't represent me,
When you call me tiny, You make me feel small,
An' you shouldn't be talkin' bout my weight at all,
Maybe I'm not skinny by choice, maybe I'm ill,
And If my health can't destroy me then I guess that you will,
Cause if you're a big girl, then baby you're beautiful,
But if you were born small then you're just pitiful,
And the media is all people talk about,
Saying thin waists are all their fault,
And they give the impression,
Of big women in oppression,
You would never get away with calling a girl fat,
But declaring her a skinny bitc