The Screwtape Letters Second Edition by Heath McNease Lyrics
[Intro]
Someone here wants to force my hand
Wants to force my hand
Wants to
Wants to
Wants to force my hand
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I read your open letter
I bet you're pleased to know that things ain't even close to better
That gentle slope beneath my feet it started getting bigger
Quicker and the signs and guideposts are disappeared forever
The letters are the reason why I start to doubt you
Thinking often how I'm probably better off without you
Angry 'cause that book ain't tell me all that much about you
Like it's a fictional account and I can't get around you
'Cause I believed in Santa Claus at 6 just like every other kid
But that's a man that don't exist
And I remember feeling foolish when my parents said he did
And I refuse to be a fool again that answers to a myth
So if you're real you better tell me something
Better move a mountain for me, part the clouds
You better yell or something
Better show me gold streets or gates of hell or something
'Cause all you've ever done is left me in this bed with nothing
[Hook]
Oh, as I lay
I lay me down to sleep
Oh, God I pray
I pray my soul to keep
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I found comfort in the muted greys
Somewhere between my blind hatred and my foolish faith
Between the voice of God talking to his saints
And the voice of misdirection talking through his page
Between the sleight of hand the works of a righteous man
And the letters earned the sleight of hand a slight advantage
Between my unresolved questions and your tired answers
Lies advancing through a choir singing Bible anthems
A fine line between the hand of God
And empty palm of any talking city prophet
Singing you a pretty song
And fine line between the face of death and angels resting
Somewhere on the razor's edge
So read another 50 psalms
So if you're real, you better tell me now
The letters said your words were hollow
And you'd let me down
'Cause when I need you most, you can't be found
It's like the letters said, I'm better dead than heaven bound
[Hook]
Oh, as I lay
I lay me down to sleep
Oh, God I pray
I pray my soul to keep
[Bridge]
I read your letters
I read, I read
I read your letters
I read, I read
[Hook]
Oh, as I lay
I lay me down to sleep
Oh, God I pray
I pray my soul to keep
[Outro]
Someone here wants to force my hand
Someone here wants to force my hand
Wants to force my hand
Wants to
Wants to
Wants to force my hand
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I read your open letter
I bet you're pleased to know that things ain't even close to better
That gentle slope beneath my feet it started getting bigger
Quicker and the signs and guideposts are disappeared forever
The letters are the reason why I start to doubt you
Thinking often how I'm probably better off without you
Angry 'cause that book ain't tell me all that much about you
Like it's a fictional account and I can't get around you
'Cause I believed in Santa Claus at 6 just like every other kid
But that's a man that don't exist
And I remember feeling foolish when my parents said he did
And I refuse to be a fool again that answers to a myth
So if you're real you better tell me something
Better move a mountain for me, part the clouds
You better yell or something
Better show me gold streets or gates of hell or something
'Cause all you've ever done is left me in this bed with nothing
[Hook]
Oh, as I lay
I lay me down to sleep
Oh, God I pray
I pray my soul to keep
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I found comfort in the muted greys
Somewhere between my blind hatred and my foolish faith
Between the voice of God talking to his saints
And the voice of misdirection talking through his page
Between the sleight of hand the works of a righteous man
And the letters earned the sleight of hand a slight advantage
Between my unresolved questions and your tired answers
Lies advancing through a choir singing Bible anthems
A fine line between the hand of God
And empty palm of any talking city prophet
Singing you a pretty song
And fine line between the face of death and angels resting
Somewhere on the razor's edge
So read another 50 psalms
So if you're real, you better tell me now
The letters said your words were hollow
And you'd let me down
'Cause when I need you most, you can't be found
It's like the letters said, I'm better dead than heaven bound
[Hook]
Oh, as I lay
I lay me down to sleep
Oh, God I pray
I pray my soul to keep
[Bridge]
I read your letters
I read, I read
I read your letters
I read, I read
[Hook]
Oh, as I lay
I lay me down to sleep
Oh, God I pray
I pray my soul to keep
[Outro]
Someone here wants to force my hand