Songtexte Papyrus - Teelow

The words of the artist
The words of the artist
The words of the witness

Now watch me bend these roman letters
Crossing the water, a red zone endeavour
A moment later and we're ghosts and skeletons
Evade the waves, break the lines, engrave the dates and times
It's still there, truth is hidden below the dust
Generations build upon the facts they trust
Only for time to pass and minds to start
Doubting the foundations of the lands that founded us
I asked a kid how would he know that God existed?
He said because he hadn't seen Him, he's resisting
He said there's no reliable source to bare witness
When I asked him what's reliable, course his stare flickered
Bare timid but defiant 'bout the writings
Bide my time, measured out my reply
Then I asked him what his eyes say
You won't find my actual remains
But these lines are more proof of my mind than my brain
The criteria is minds trained in the historical mind frame
Then I can see the pattern in my days
I'll concede if you say that you actually tried faith
But my take is bias 'cause I know Him
Miracles in my past and present, the blessings flowing
But that holds no weight if you already counted out
What He could really be, you bend your knee to your doubt

Couldn't even say how He's provided
Just look at the way my whole life is
Why you want proof? You already decided
How you want proof? You already decided
Couldn't even say how He's provided
Just look at the way my whole life is
Why you want proof? You already decided
How you want proof? You already decided

Why you want proof, you already decided

Wanting proof of the real you can't handle like
A baby hating training wheels but can't stand the bike
By candle light I wax poetic
For unblocked ears, relax I get it, in fact I bet it's
Harder for me 'cause of the mind I've got
The pride I try and stop but like tides and faucets
It gets through rhythmically, when I speak biblically
It isn't the brain washed but brain trained in the mysteries
Maintain the imagery and the structure
Analogy for necessities in the dumpster
That's the life Winston couldn't come to grips with
The system that tricks them to forget their own existence
Ignorance is bliss to new levels
I'm Gheedora and Kendrick, the kings truth teller
Writing all the signs of the end times on papyrus
A thousand years time, they'll deny this, which I'm fine with

Couldn't even say how He's provided
Just look at the way my whole life is
Why you want proof? You already decided
How you want proof? You already decided
Couldn't even say how He's provided
Just look at the way my whole life is
Why you want proof? You already decided
How you want proof? You already decided

Why you want proof, you already decided