Verse 1

This trip starts out with a visit to the clinic to check my symptoms every minute

I’m a cynic. In this case it’s my business, I’m the only witness

Verdict is a walk with physical fitness

Gather my equipment for the upcoming mission to determine what’s hurting and what it is I’m missing

I enter in the ear but I fear what’s to come, I soothe when I hear the sounds of the eardrum

I walk to the little light peeking through the crevice

It’s a cracked door so I enter in and get to stepping

I have no weapons, a little bit of logic

I’m a “mental-holic” on a field of re-occurring topics

Separated from the outside so you can call me Amish

In a place where situations are ironic

And some look so bad, they could make me vomit

And some are hanging on strong to a certain promise like…
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I don’t know what’s gonna help me stop this toll

How will I know the next place that I should go?

I don’t know what’s gonna happen to my soul

I don’t know what’s gonna happen to my soul, to my soul, to my soul
Verse 2

What happened to my soul?

It is out of control like a long guitar ballad from the rock and roll

It’s a trip when I close my eyes and see what’s happening:

Either like a magic trick seeing stuff passing when

Many men running never knowing where they came from

Some show face and others try to play dumb

Lay drums out like decay in my brain son

It can knock me out like a punch from Mike Tyson

Scan your environment, Bail like retirement

Blow your mind make a try & see how far you get

Understand it will never be emotionless

When you face reality then you feeling your best

Flip the faces up so you don’t have to guess

I pray illumination out shines your mess

When the pain comes clench your fist

And wait for the living water, take a dip
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Verse 3

I grab the backpack cuz I gotta act fast

Make a dash, no, I am never coming back.

I’ve been here too long – what will I miss?

Trip sends me home; my name is Odysseus

Clock ticks, hit the brick that’s how I’m going hard,

When I see the ugliness I say “O My God!”

Feeling God’s presence it has been too long,

Alive like never before - this was a fog.

Running to his throne – before - it was a jog

Working towards the goal – before - it was a job

Serving towards the Lord - before - it was a chore

Dripping from my lips and now I want a pour

Certain I can hit before I try to score,

Lurked in the abyss and now I want no more

I beg and I persist for you to hurt no more

But you have to get with Christ if you wanna be sure

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