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I’m sick of singing songs about myself and all by myself.
I’m sick of righting wrongs from trying to glorify my help.
I’m sick of all the pride, eating me from within.
I’m sick of all the lies. Yes, it’s true, I’ve loved the taste of sin.
I want to be a part of something much greater than myself.
My world is pitiful, O God I’m sick of all the filth!
It never ends in me, never seems satiated.
All my obsessions plead for my attention, overrated.
“I give You everything.”
(Does that even mean anything anymore?)
"I lift your name on high", though I’ll never be strong.
"I lift your name on high." I pray that you can right my wrongs.
I lift your name on high. How could you be everything that I could need?
I’ve seen the Great Unknown; why do I try to grasp for fame?
As if there’s any worth in knowing someone else will know my name.
Maybe two days from now, I’ll be dug six feet deep.
I can’t believe my efforts could fail so miserably at Your feet.
Don’t walk away anymore! Cycles are pointless; like clichéd metaphors.
They may be new once or twice but then they leave you wanting more:
Some growth for all the pain! My vice is myself and my name.
I feel so trapped inside the world of my own means.
"I lift your name on high." Lord, could you break this death inside?
"I lift your name on high." I don’t love, and I don’t know why!
I lift your name on high. Could you restore the part of me that wanted more?
I acknowledge; I don’t feel
I acknowledge; it starts “not real”—
If reality is full of emotion—
But yet, I know, God, you deserve promotion.
I really don’t care how I feel.
There is nowhere that I could deal
honestly, honestly than when you’re real.
I really don’t care.
Your name on high! I will fight! I will fight! Oh! Lord!
This relationship is something worth dying for.
And if I die, if I die, then I’ll meet you in the sky.
With the worms my flesh will lie, this division makes me cry.
from The Places I Go,
released April 3, 2011
Written by Jacke Karashae.
All parts performed or programmed by Jacke Karashae, except bass, written and performed by Jordan Yee.