Idols
Matter
A strange man in my bed with my wife a fake dad kisses my daughters good night
A false hope a dead God on my throne I’m not a king not a father to you just a ghost
And they wonder why my jealous heart makes me blind
As strangers sleep with my bride I always reached for your hand
But you gave me the lid to your casket
Idols! Demons! On my hills at my gate
In my house in my bed a den of thieves
Teraphim
Speak to me my love tell me you’re not ignorant
Am I likened to an image? Am I clung to like a stone?
Am I really just a choice to you? Another trifle for your trophy room?
Another book? Another prayer? Have you forgotten who I am?
I am who I am and I’m not like you
I am who I am and you wonder why my jealous heart makes me blind
As wolves devour my bride I always reached for your hand
But you gave me the lid to your casket