Behind The Sins Lyrics

You know, we all act like we're better, like trendsetters

But we are as bitter as the truth

I am sorry for this truth but if you feel like this is some wave then you got it all wrong

Because I do not go by the winds

We all on the same ship

But you really want to be Captain Hook so bad

That you end up getting hooked, by your own insecurities and fears

The uncertainties of life make you want to leave it all in the shadows just so you can be accepted

How pathetic, how will you heal if you cannot unseal what the problem be?

Listen, you are not alone.... just don't try so hard, you might end up kicking the pricks!

We play, then pray

We repent, then relent

Play some more, zero score

Then we hope, and cope

Expect! Then correct

Our deeds, on our knees

But never want to quit

So we sit!

We play, then pray

We repent, then relent

Play some more, zero score

Then we hope, and cope

Expect! Then correct

Our deeds, on our knees

But never want to quit

Yet we sit!

Father-Father! They will hate me for saying what I see!

But they do not know that I wrote this in front of the mirror you see

Behind the sins of men is unbelief

And the result of it is unbearable grief

The grief induces senseless excuses just to justify mischief

But it's all in human nature to suture self-inflicted wounds while bound as a peak season sheaf

Lord good Lord they do not want to hear

Behind the sins of men is iniquity

Which is the ability to consciously impose calamity

The deliberate inconsiderate actions of which their abominations are clearly known

And yet we get in bed with the enemy which is agony provoked, still, we condone

We play, then pray

We repent, then relent

Play some more, zero score

Then we hope, and cope

Expect! Then correct

Our deeds, on our knees

But never want to quit

So we sit, Yet we sit!

Father-Father! They still do not understand!

They know what's coming but deliberately sit around

Existence is a mystery

That has to be figured out

But when we figure it out

We get out of the figure

It is such a figurative expression

These invisible dimensions can have you switching sides any minute

Wondering if a nightmare is a mere word or you're really in it

Behind the sins of men; are scenes of men

Like hidden movie scenes of men

With no means to ever blossom into eye of man

But whatever happens on earth

Does not remain on the breath of the earth

Men ought to be prepared to face their disgrace

But, its all in human nature to be aware and still not care

Behind the sins of men are tears of constant repentance

Not every sinful man loves his sinful circumstance

Look high and keep trying to break loose

The struggle is known hence a voice, calling out

You might lose now

But that's a battle not war

It's not war

It's not