Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
There was a personal
Spirituality
Not poisoned by a man's
By a man's perverse needs
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a travesty
Do you scream
Do you scream?
At all the words on the page
The rules someone else made
Filling you with rage
Filling you with rage
Is there rhythm in anger?
Is there wisdom in the sage?
Oh I've got so much pain
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a tragedy like your empty nest
Do you feel
Do you feel?
Like we've given up on hope
At the end of our rope
Our personal vendetta
Turned into a bitter trope
Is a plucked wing a blessing?
Is it your mechanism of cope?
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
It's a nightmare in disguise
You've pardoned it with lies
But we can't hide our fears
In the hymns we sing
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anybody's best guess
It's a tragedy
The Good Book Video (MV)
Jacob Earl - The Good Book Lyrics
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Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
There was a personal
Spirituality
Not poisoned by a man's
By a man's perverse needs
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a travesty
Do you scream
Do you scream?
At all the words on the page
The rules someone else made
Filling you with rage
Filling you with rage
Is there rhythm in anger?
Is there wisdom in the sage?
Oh I've got so much pain
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a tragedy like your empty nest
Do you feel
Do you feel?
Like we've given up on hope
At the end of our rope
Our personal vendetta
Turned into a bitter trope
Is a plucked wing a blessing?
Is it your mechanism of cope?
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
It's a nightmare in disguise
You've pardoned it with lies
But we can't hide our fears
In the hymns we sing
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anybody's best guess
It's a tragedy
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
There was a personal
Spirituality
Not poisoned by a man's
By a man's perverse needs
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a travesty
Do you scream
Do you scream?
At all the words on the page
The rules someone else made
Filling you with rage
Filling you with rage
Is there rhythm in anger?
Is there wisdom in the sage?
Oh I've got so much pain
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a tragedy like your empty nest
Do you feel
Do you feel?
Like we've given up on hope
At the end of our rope
Our personal vendetta
Turned into a bitter trope
Is a plucked wing a blessing?
Is it your mechanism of cope?
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
It's a nightmare in disguise
You've pardoned it with lies
But we can't hide our fears
In the hymns we sing
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anybody's best guess
It's a tragedy
Writer: Jacob Earl
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid