Luke LaLonde - [Not My] Spiritual Guide! Lyrics

The tenderness, the violence
The symphony of silence
Humanity becomes a bore
A symptom of a plague
A chore
Suspended on a wire, in a hurricane
And

I walk the same wire
High above the same fire
Happiness and peace, my balance rod
The arbiter is the storm
Love is the eye, so warm
Some have the nerve to call it god

And in the same breath
The force of coriolis
What's left, what's right, and who can tell?
The fault line splits
Through the mantle, lava pits
Some have the nerve to call it hell

But it's
Not my spiritual guide
No it's
Not my spiritual guide
Oh no it's
Not my spiritual guide
What do you do with the mad you feel?

Do you store it up until
It bursts out, purging like the rain?
Do you do the same with love?
Pour it out in buckets of
Trust
Lust
Over rusty pain

I get it wrong too
I gravitate to panic Fear
Half empty bottles
Waste
But I know in my heart
These two sides shall never part
Some have the nerve to call it faith

But it's
Not my spiritual guide
No it's
Not my spiritual guide
Oh no it's
Not my spiritual guide

The tenderness, the violence
The symphony of silence
Humanity becomes a bore
A symptom of a plague
A chore
Suspended on a wire, in a hurricane


But it's
Not my spiritual guide
No it's
Not my spiritual guide
Oh no it's
Not my spirit-spear-ritual guide