"Mindfield" lyrics
Sometimes the first ones to judge you are gonna be the ones pretending that they love you. They wash their hands of you and say they're praying for your purpose, but it takes the dirt to show the world what a real diamond's worth is... Church!
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
I'll be the first to put it on the table, my life, my heart, my mind ain't all that stable. My heart is willing but my flesh feels so unable, but I believe that I'm more than a dirty label. I ain't got no time for no games, I ain't attracted to a life that's looking so plain. I'm open about my struggles and you call it profane... whiskey, weed and women with a little bit of cocaine. The only difference between me and a world that talks is I ain't been ashamed of the road I've walked. It's cuz I'm knowing in the end that I'm only being built upon the roads that I've been. That's Church!
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
It's like I'm living out your taboos, but keep it real your closet's looking pretty bad too. Cuz more than once you've probably walked inside my damn shoes, feeling like your past is permanent just like your tattoos. Sooner or later you're gonna fall for what the world is saying and start believing that you're lost and ain't no point in praying. It's like your hungry but a change just ain't on the menu, thinking God ain't listening cuz He's just too disappointed in you. Cuz you done failed, you done fell, need rebooted up. You had the world inside your hands and you screwed it up. So put that lesson in your pocket, welcome to the club, cuz I been through what you been through and you been through what a few been too. It's called Church!
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
I came through life scarred, battered, broken, outspoken about my dirt. I wear my sin out on my sleeve and I ain't changing my shirt. I ain't afraid to feel the breeze of a few hateful words to find the purpose in my pain and hope that lives in my hurt. I heard that this life's all about what you look for, and the story ain't done until the book closes. You can write this page where the good shows and leave the bad in the past where it should go. Think about the pain, don't climb into bed with it. You can love the past just don't have a kid with it. Live in every moment like the very last minute, life ain't about the dirt but it is what you did with it. Church! If you ain't been down that road then you can't understand my soul. How you gonna judge me if you don't know where I've been?
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
I'll be the first to put it on the table, my life, my heart, my mind ain't all that stable. My heart is willing but my flesh feels so unable, but I believe that I'm more than a dirty label. I ain't got no time for no games, I ain't attracted to a life that's looking so plain. I'm open about my struggles and you call it profane... whiskey, weed and women with a little bit of cocaine. The only difference between me and a world that talks is I ain't been ashamed of the road I've walked. It's cuz I'm knowing in the end that I'm only being built upon the roads that I've been. That's Church!
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
It's like I'm living out your taboos, but keep it real your closet's looking pretty bad too. Cuz more than once you've probably walked inside my damn shoes, feeling like your past is permanent just like your tattoos. Sooner or later you're gonna fall for what the world is saying and start believing that you're lost and ain't no point in praying. It's like your hungry but a change just ain't on the menu, thinking God ain't listening cuz He's just too disappointed in you. Cuz you done failed, you done fell, need rebooted up. You had the world inside your hands and you screwed it up. So put that lesson in your pocket, welcome to the club, cuz I been through what you been through and you been through what a few been too. It's called Church!
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
I came through life scarred, battered, broken, outspoken about my dirt. I wear my sin out on my sleeve and I ain't changing my shirt. I ain't afraid to feel the breeze of a few hateful words to find the purpose in my pain and hope that lives in my hurt. I heard that this life's all about what you look for, and the story ain't done until the book closes. You can write this page where the good shows and leave the bad in the past where it should go. Think about the pain, don't climb into bed with it. You can love the past just don't have a kid with it. Live in every moment like the very last minute, life ain't about the dirt but it is what you did with it. Church! If you ain't been down that road then you can't understand my soul. How you gonna judge me if you don't know where I've been?
You don't know my struggle or where I've been, or the hell that my mind feels if you ain't stood in these shoes I'm walking in. It's like I'm dancing in a mindfield. Losing myself in a world of pain, I got everybody saying I'm too bad to change. But you ain't got a finger good enough to point out my sin... if you ain't been down the roads I've been.
Writer(s): Wesley David Breit, Russell Cameron Shayne
