Lopez On The Runway - Prophecy! Mastery! lyrics

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“Prophecy! Mastery!’

God, my God, you died alone

With no one at your side

For I was no where to be found

And my hands were unoccupied

Except for polished stones

I used to throw at your feet

But I stopped a week ago

And I fear the end of the spear

As any ordinary man

But I’ll just let it slip away

Slip through my sweaty hands

I’m no servant, I’m a fool

I’m no servant, I’m a fool

You’re no teacher you’re a martyr

You’re no teacher you’re a martyr

Prophecy! Mastery!

And balconies on penthouse buildings

Are where we mark the change in our scripts

Instead we laugh, we don’t kiss

And father, o father

Will play his role so well

He doesn’t need a second actor

Just a second liver

Sweet relief floods from your frozen hands

When the fire blazes veins

And brings the rising tide on in

On in to play

And deviations

Are welcomed only in small bursts

We don’t need a rebellion

Or a teenage hearse

From the skies your eyes are the same

From the skies your eyes are the same

I’m no servant, I’m a fool

I’m no servant, I’m a fool

You’re no teacher you’re a martyr

You’re no teacher you’re a martyr

And you played the game so well

Some may mistake you for a pro

But I know you’re just an amateur

An amateur with amateur goals

I’ll hurl stones and the innocent

If they’re not already broken

They deserve the punishment

It’s me, not for them

And I’ll fool everyone but you

A critic worthy of truth

If you want it it’s yours

If you pry it from closed hands

And I’ll crack open my Bible

If I get the time

And skim crusty pages

For answers I can’t find in my sin

From the skies your eyes are the same

From the skies your eyes are the same

I’m no servant, I’m a fool

I’m no servant, I’m a fool

You’re no teacher you’re a martyr

You’re no teacher you’re a martyr

Prophecy! Mastery!