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Prelude / A Midnight Waltz for Non​-​Believers

from There's No Place Like Nowhere by Matt DeMello

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A Midnight Waltz for Non-Believers

Who am I but how slowly I can die, when the words I’ve been promised become lies to make me sign black dotted lines for print so fine? The blood on my hands won’t make me a man but one day may help me to understand who are you but the prayers to start anew. Out of the billions there are so few whom you can trust, whose faith won’t rust or turn to dust. A chance to begin, without discipline as well as good reason to never give in to you who are nothing but the flesh off my bones. Do with me what you will, leave me alone. When all of my limbs crack and crumble like stone, there’s no place like nowhere when nowhere is home.

Who are we but the means to disagree, always falling apart by the seams from words of mouths so filled with doubt? There’s no time to wait for reasoned debate when the only headline that matters won’t wait. Who are they but a sad and cursed stain on this spinning world that god has made with every thought for pleasures sought that can be bought? What is there to gain that won’t wash away in the flood of finding one’s self flushed down the drain by you who are nothing but the flesh off your bones? Do with me what you will—leave me alone. When all of my limbs crack and crumble like stone, there’s no place like nowhere when nowhere is home.

And god has bigger problems than to hear us bitch and moan, and in the time of Christ I’m sure he would have had us stoned. For how could we be so selfish when we think of the children that sleep unfed? And how can this world be reconciled with so many things left unsaid between sinners and their diety who knows we’re already as good as dead?

When so much of life for a price can be sold, this tired barren seed can still blossom a soul. When all of my limbs crack and crumble like stone, there’s no place like nowhere when nowhere is home.

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from There's No Place Like Nowhere, released November 19, 2014

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