Worship In The Hallow

Описание: Worship In The Hallow Lyrics:

Hi… hi God.

It’s us again.

We said we were fine.
Yeah. No.
You already knew that though.

Ceiling feels lower again.
Fan’s on.
Room’s the same.
Head is not.

Hurt our brain.
It won’t stop.
Can’t get a grip on ourselves.
Like we’re sliding inside our own head.

Sick in our stomach.
Everything heavy.
Like gravity got personal.

Smile glued on.
Cracks underneath.

Brain keeps saying
“THIS IS YOUR LIFE.”
We know.
It just doesn’t feel like it.

We’re so tired of pretending we’re okay.
Tired of acting electric
When the batteries are dead.

And somehow…
Even here…

Still holy.

Still holy?

WE WORSHIP IN THE HOLLOW.

When our chest feels six feet down.
When tomorrow feels like too much weight.
When we’re on the bathroom floor
Trying to breathe through it.

If our hallelujah sounds like
“God I can’t do this”
Through shaking breaths —

Does that still count?

Spirit…
Have Your way in us.

Not the pretty way.
Not the stage-light way.
The messy couch / fan blowing / brain loud way.

Spirit…
If You’re here —
Move anyway.

We feel everything.
And nothing.
Same time.

Head full of clouds.
Full of spiraling thoughts.
Round and round and round.

We try to leave it.
We can’t get out.
Feels trapped inside our own skull.

So much pain.
But also numb.
Like November skin.

We dissociate.
It comes back.
We dissociate.
It comes back worse.

Static.
Static.
Static.

What if this ache is still holy?
What if You’re not scared of it?

What if You’re here
In the fog
In the heavy
In the “I can’t get out” feeling?

Holy.
Even this?

WE WORSHIP IN THE HOLLOW.

When the shadows whisper
“You’re worthless.”
When we almost believe them.

Spirit…
Have Your way in us.

In the spiraling.
In the numb.
In the “we did nothing today.”

Have Your way —
Even if all we’re doing
Is staying alive.

If surrender is just
Not quitting tonight —

Then that’s what we’re giving You.

We don’t need a stage.
We don’t need a crowd.
Just the floor.
Just the breath.
Just honesty.

You’re not scared of our chaos.
You don’t leave
When we want to delete everything.

You move closer.

Closer than the lies.
Closer than the chemicals.
Closer than winter.
Closer than static.

IF THIS IS WHAT OUR WORSHIP LOOKS LIKE —
LOUD.
MESSY.
HALF-CRYING.
HALF-ANGRY.

THEN HAVE YOUR WAY.

WE’RE STILL YOURS.
WE’RE STILL BREATHING.

Meet us in the panic.
Meet us in the spiral.
Meet us in the “brain won’t stop.”

If the only prayer we manage
Is “God I can’t go on” —

Stay.

Spirit…
Have Your way here.
In this hollow.
In this static.

WE WORSHIP IN THE HOLLOW
NOT AFTER IT’S FIXED —
BUT RIGHT HERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.

Spirit…
Have Your way in us.

Not when we’re glowing.
Not when we’re strong.
Right now.

If “help” is the only word we have —
Call it holy anyway.

Hi God…

It’s us again.

Brain still loud.
Fan still on.

We’re still here.

…Have Your way.