Chop Suey on the Cross (Rewrite of Chop Suey by System of a Down)

Chop Suey Orig Lyrics (Sytem of a Down)	Lyrics for OMF (diane)
Wake up	Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)	I praise the lord with every breath I take up
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)	Forgive the sins I know I gotta make up
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?	Like stealing all the cookies on the table
Here you go create another fable	I try my best to do as I am able
You wanted to	You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup	I praise the lord with every breath I take up
You wanted to	You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup	Forgive the sins I know I gotta make up
You wanted to	You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?	Still faking it to hide that we're unstable
You wanted to	You wanted to
I don't think you trust in my	That day on the mountain side
self righteous suicide	helpless and crucified,
I cry, when angels deserve to die, die	arms wide, you took up your cross and died.
(repeat verses)	(repeat verses)
I don't think you trust in my	That day on the mountainside
self righteous suicide	helpless and crucified,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die	arms wide, you took up your cross and died.
In, my, self righteous suicide	You had, nobody on your side,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die	arms wide, you gave up your life and died.
Father, father, father, father	Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit	Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands	Father, into your hands...
why have you forsaken me	Even though I'm not worthy
In your eyes forsaken me	in your eyes you see through me
In your thoughts forsaken me	in my thoughts you cradle me
In your heart forsaken, me	in my heart you're calling... me...
Oh Trust in my self righteous suicide	I find, myself climbing a mountainside
I, cry, when angels deserve to die	wings wide, where angels still dare to fly
In my, self righteous suicide	you cried, helpless and crucified,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die	arms wide, you took up your cross and died.

Our Father

Give us this day our daily bread,
you've always kept it flowing.
You paved the road, we walked ahead
and left your house, not knowing:

This gilded freedom isn't free,
life's current's so much stronger.
But we won't crumble to our knees
with you there in our corner.

That heavy hand that made us cry
had stifled its own sorrow
to give more than it could supply
(and nevermind tomorrow)


Forgive our sins, our trespasses
(we'd found you so controlling).
But you'd saved us from our weaknesses
to guard that we'd keep growing.

We live a life you'd never known,
a daydream in your day.
With barely more than stick and stone
you loved true, your own way.

That heavy hand that made us cry
had been our one true shelter.
Burnt back against that searing sky,
watching til our wounds got better.


I only wish I hadn't been
a silly child back then,
to thank God for our jackpot-win:
The greatest dad, Amen.

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[Happy Birthday, Pa!!]

Swan Song

[written after Ozarks]

Didn't know this was coming
Should've known, should've known
All those times in your presence
When I felt so alone.

Do I care what the reason?
I can't lend this more sense
when you preface each statement
with "in my defense"

You offer me half --
A fair share on this trade?
Do you know what I've wagered
for this life that we've made?

So I'll take all for all
or my half of your heart,
or fulfil the arrangement
to let death do us part

Lost Treasure

I've searched the sky
past its midnight hours,
seen the sun's hot gaze
through the meteor showers

Touched the fresh wind-blown snow
on the ancient places
as I climbed the scowls etched
on the cliff's granite faces

Treasures for miles
Free for all and anyone
Wish I knew what I had,
can't undo what's been done.

Long obsessed, I discovered
this fabled cave of wonder
(where jewels serve as mere mats
for more valuable plunder).

At the end of this quest,
without means to be saved,
I die a rich man,
all this wealth at my grave.

An end all of us face.
Like these gold sands of time
they escape past my grasp
as I leave all behind...

The Old Man

Embers by the fire
darkened snowflakes seeking rest.
A flight on gustless wings
looking to end a futile quest.

Oh.. but the scent of hearth
simmering gently in its shade
where it dances, barely noticed
as the dimming firelights fade.

It warms a hungry mouth,
a memory dancing on his tongue
tasting sharply of a time
when he'd despised being so young

Mother's Voice

In her voice it rings out
like a church bell-reminder
"look both ways and listen"
well, I try not to mind her.

It's the cheap shot of wisdom
rimmed with salt and regret
at each wrong turn I take
and rejection I get.

Yes, in hindsight I see
the signs clear to the letter
(I detest how between us
she knew me the better).

And now that she's passed
the one thing she's left me?
phrases stuck in my head
(she repeats them politely)

I look up holding back
the stream filling my eyes,
and a voice bursting forth
unintelligible cries

at the face of a dead sky
and an endless oblivion:
"Just a whole-lot of nothing!"
in my expert opinion.

The darkness felt blinding
without course but to listen
but in fact it allows for
the small stars to glisten.

In the daylight they hide
all their twinkle and spark
shining only as skies
become frightfully dark.

I watched as they teetered
between light and black.
Even stars have an off switch,
I could cut me some slack.

They blinked looking down
on this speck on the earth.
Not the first soul this eon
to question life's worth.

As I hung my head down,
see my feet surely planted
not by choice nor by chance,
it's a privilege granted

I'm beginning to learn
where to look, how to listen,
on this journey to live
in this life I've been given.

NYC

Train side plane side 
car rides
I'd look ahead
but it's just someone else's backside

This is what it means
To be on your own
When the crowd pulsing around you
Leaves you knowing you're alone

I know where I'm going
But my mind's as lost as ever
Watching watercolor sceneries
As these places blur together

Sitting still on that seat
Still moving while I rest my feet
But no rest can ever come To those who know...

There's so much further yet to go.