Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
I've got a migraine
and my pain will range from up down and sideways
thank God it's Friday
cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
cause Sundays are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless
test being tested by a ruthless examinant
that's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block
my writer just hates the clock
it will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
I am not as fine as I seem pardon
Me for yelling I'm telling you green gardens
are not what's growing in my psyche
it's a different me
a difficult to be, stop feasting lumber down trees
freeze frame
please let me paint a mental picture portrait
something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
and how it is a port that holds back contents
that make Pandora's box's contents look non-violent
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
my mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
and I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind
And I will say that we should take a day to break away
from all the pain our brain has made
the game is not played alone
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone
Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid
Who am I? I always ask myself this question. I ask myself, what if I was born in California? What if I was born in Kasempa? What if I was born in 1887? 2087? Am I the sum of my environment?
Who is Adam?
Yes.
I am who I am because of where I was born, because of what I have done, because of when I was born. But I am becoming exactly who God created when I was first imagined.
He pulled away from them about a stone’s throw, knelt down, and prayed, “Father, remove this cup from me. But please, not what I want. What do you want?” At once an angel from heaven was at his side, strengthening him. He prayed on all the harder. Sweat, wrung from him like drops of blood, poured off his face.
-Luke 22
Jesus asked that the Father would please take this cup of suffering away but Jesus then said He wanted God's will to be done.
And God's will was done. Why didn't God answer the prayer of Jesus about passing the cup? Because to pass the cup would be to destroy who Jesus is. To dodge this pain, this moment, this event would entirely change everything about who Jesus the Christ is. Jesus didn't want to do something in God's will but Jesus knew above everything that God's will is what must be done in order to fulfill who Jesus is.
It is exactly the same with us. God I pray to you constantly to take pain from me. Please don't make me go through this, please don't make me do that, please I don't want to. I don't want to. But if I were to run from what I must do I would no longer be Adam. I wouldn't be who I was made to be I would cease to exist. Jesus would cease to exist if He passed on that cup. So Jesus said not My will but Yours because Jesus knows that the Father's will is the only will. Anything other than the will of the Father isn't reality. It's sin, it's fake, it is a lie.
Jonah hopped on a boat running from who he was created to be and God loved who He had created enough to see Jonah through into the fulfillment of His finished masterpiece that is 'Jonah'
Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
-2 Corinthians 12
Paul begged God to remove his handicap, his thorn in his side. But to change that about Paul would be to change God's artistic plan known as 'Paul'. But Paul was wise enough to eventually catch on to the way of God's will and instead saw this thorn no longer as a handicap but as a gift. Nothing about the situation changed except Paul's perspective.
I've been struggling lately at night with my thoughts, with loneliness, with other things, I hate the night, it is a brutal time and it feels at moments like I won't make it till dawn.
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless
test being tested by a ruthless examinant
that's represented best by my depressing thoughts
it will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Freedom is a painfully beautiful thing. Sometimes slavery seems better than freedom. Sometimes sleep seems better than faith. Sometimes death seems better than migraines in my head.
But now I see through Jesus, through Paul, through Jonah, that these seasons, these tests being tested by a ruthless examinant are not a handicap. They should not be ran from on a boat heading the opposite direction. I should not wish to pass on this cup of pain. Instead God says, My grace is sufficient. God says don't you dare run from this moment, don't you dare miss out on this time. Because this is shaping, this is molding, this is creating exactly my vision and will for who my son 'Adam' is. So I begin to assemble what weapons I can find cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.
This is part of the creative process.
This is part of the painting, the sculpting.
This is part of the beauty.
Adam if you run from this, if you deny this, you cease to exist. I become a lie. I become fake. I become asleep. I become dead.
Seasons go and seasons come steady as the beating drum.
It's simple to see such wisdom in the light of dawn as the sun rises above the horizon but while it is down in Sheol it feels as though I will not make it through. Help me see pain as a gift as Paul learned to see. Help me to enjoy the yin along side the yang.
I want to become 'Adam' I do not want anything less.
twenty one pilots - Migraine
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
I've got a migraine
and my pain will range from up down and sideways
thank God it's Friday
cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
cause Sundays are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless
test being tested by a ruthless examinant
that's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block
my writer just hates the clock
it will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
I am not as fine as I seem pardon
Me for yelling I'm telling you green gardens
are not what's growing in my psyche
it's a different me
a difficult to be, stop feasting lumber down trees
freeze frame
please let me paint a mental picture portrait
something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
and how it is a port that holds back contents
that make Pandora's box's contents look non-violent
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
my mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
and I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind
And I will say that we should take a day to break away
from all the pain our brain has made
the game is not played alone
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone
Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid
Who am I? I always ask myself this question. I ask myself, what if I was born in California? What if I was born in Kasempa? What if I was born in 1887? 2087? Am I the sum of my environment?
Who is Adam?
Yes.
I am who I am because of where I was born, because of what I have done, because of when I was born. But I am becoming exactly who God created when I was first imagined.
He pulled away from them about a stone’s throw, knelt down, and prayed, “Father, remove this cup from me. But please, not what I want. What do you want?” At once an angel from heaven was at his side, strengthening him. He prayed on all the harder. Sweat, wrung from him like drops of blood, poured off his face.
-Luke 22
Jesus asked that the Father would please take this cup of suffering away but Jesus then said He wanted God's will to be done.
And God's will was done. Why didn't God answer the prayer of Jesus about passing the cup? Because to pass the cup would be to destroy who Jesus is. To dodge this pain, this moment, this event would entirely change everything about who Jesus the Christ is. Jesus didn't want to do something in God's will but Jesus knew above everything that God's will is what must be done in order to fulfill who Jesus is.
It is exactly the same with us. God I pray to you constantly to take pain from me. Please don't make me go through this, please don't make me do that, please I don't want to. I don't want to. But if I were to run from what I must do I would no longer be Adam. I wouldn't be who I was made to be I would cease to exist. Jesus would cease to exist if He passed on that cup. So Jesus said not My will but Yours because Jesus knows that the Father's will is the only will. Anything other than the will of the Father isn't reality. It's sin, it's fake, it is a lie.
Jonah hopped on a boat running from who he was created to be and God loved who He had created enough to see Jonah through into the fulfillment of His finished masterpiece that is 'Jonah'
Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
-2 Corinthians 12
Paul begged God to remove his handicap, his thorn in his side. But to change that about Paul would be to change God's artistic plan known as 'Paul'. But Paul was wise enough to eventually catch on to the way of God's will and instead saw this thorn no longer as a handicap but as a gift. Nothing about the situation changed except Paul's perspective.
I've been struggling lately at night with my thoughts, with loneliness, with other things, I hate the night, it is a brutal time and it feels at moments like I won't make it till dawn.
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless
test being tested by a ruthless examinant
that's represented best by my depressing thoughts
it will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Freedom is a painfully beautiful thing. Sometimes slavery seems better than freedom. Sometimes sleep seems better than faith. Sometimes death seems better than migraines in my head.
But now I see through Jesus, through Paul, through Jonah, that these seasons, these tests being tested by a ruthless examinant are not a handicap. They should not be ran from on a boat heading the opposite direction. I should not wish to pass on this cup of pain. Instead God says, My grace is sufficient. God says don't you dare run from this moment, don't you dare miss out on this time. Because this is shaping, this is molding, this is creating exactly my vision and will for who my son 'Adam' is. So I begin to assemble what weapons I can find cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.
This is part of the creative process.
This is part of the painting, the sculpting.
This is part of the beauty.
Adam if you run from this, if you deny this, you cease to exist. I become a lie. I become fake. I become asleep. I become dead.
Seasons go and seasons come steady as the beating drum.
It's simple to see such wisdom in the light of dawn as the sun rises above the horizon but while it is down in Sheol it feels as though I will not make it through. Help me see pain as a gift as Paul learned to see. Help me to enjoy the yin along side the yang.
I want to become 'Adam' I do not want anything less.
twenty one pilots - Migraine