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Mizmor Lyrics
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But my heart is void.
The void is a mirror - I see my face
And feel loathing and horror.
My indifference to men has shut me out.
I live in a world of ghosts,
A prisoner in my dreams.
Yet you do not want to die? Yes, I do.
You want a guarantee.
Call it what you will.
Is it so hard to conceive of God
With one′s senses?
Why must He hide himself in a mist of
Vague promises and invisible miracles?
Why can I not kill the God within me?
Why does He go on living
In a painful, humiliating way?
I want to tear Him out of my heart.
But He remains a mocking reality,
Which I cannot get rid of.
I want knowledge, not belief.
And not surmise - I want knowledge.
This life, a senseless terror -
No man can live with Death and know
Everything is for nothing.
Oh, I see - we must make an idol of fear
And call it God.
I know it is the same for all, but I want to use my respite
For one significant action
The lyrics to Mizmor's song VIII convey a sense of deep introspection and conflict within the singer as they struggle with their beliefs and their own sense of self. The opening line, "I want to confess as best I can, But my heart is void," sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer feels empty and unable to fully express themselves, but they are still attempting to grapple with their thoughts and emotions.
The void that the singer feels inside is mirrored back to them, and they feel disgusted with what they see. They are unable to connect with others due to their own indifference, and they feel trapped in their own dreams. The singer even expresses a desire to die, but only in the pursuit of knowledge. They are searching for a guarantee or proof of the existence of God, but everything feels vague and unclear.
The singer's frustration with the concept of God is palpable, and they question why God is hidden from them. They want to rid themselves of the God within them but are unable to do so. They long for knowledge instead of belief or assumptions. The closing lines hint at a desire to make a significant change in their life, yet the final outcome remains unknown.
Line by Line Meaning
I want to confess as best I can,
I long to express myself fully and accurately
But my heart is void.
But I feel empty and incomplete inside
The void is a mirror - I see my face
This feeling of emptiness reflects back at me, showing my own image
And feel loathing and horror.
And I hate what I see, and am scared of it
My indifference to men has shut me out.
My lack of interest in other people has isolated me
I live in a world of ghosts,
I exist in a realm where nothing truly feels real
A prisoner in my dreams.
Trapped in my own fantasies and imaginings
Yet you do not want to die? Yes, I do.
You might assume that I want to continue living, but in truth, I actually do wish to die
What are you waiting for? Knowledge.
I am waiting for a greater understanding and awareness of the world and my place in it
You want a guarantee.
You desire a promise or assurance of certainty
Call it what you will.
Say it however you like
Is it so hard to conceive of God
Why is it so difficult to imagine a divine being
With one's senses?
Through observing the world around us
Why must He hide himself in a mist of
Why does God keep himself shrouded in secrecy
Vague promises and invisible miracles?
Making only unclear commitments and performing actions that cannot be seen
Why can I not kill the God within me?
Why can't I rid myself of the concept of a higher power within my own mind
Why does He go on living
Why does the idea of God persist
In a painful, humiliating way?
In a manner that causes sorrow, embarrassment, and shame
I want to tear Him out of my heart.
I wish to completely erase this belief from my innermost being
But He remains a mocking reality,
But the reality of God continues to taunt and belittle me
Which I cannot get rid of.
Something I cannot escape or eliminate
I want knowledge, not belief.
I desire an intellectual comprehension, not just a personal conviction
And not surmise - I want knowledge.
Not mere speculation or inference, I require concrete facts and evidence
This life, a senseless terror -
This existence appears to be an incomprehensible horror
No man can live with Death and know
None can bear the thought of their own mortality, and fully understand
Everything is for nothing.
The entire purpose of life is meaningless
Oh, I see - we must make an idol of fear
Ah, I understand now - we have to create a deity out of our own dread
And call it God.
And label this creation as a higher power
I know it is the same for all, but I want to use my respite
I recognize that everyone faces this same predicament, but I desire to utilize my temporary break
For one significant action
In order to take one meaningful deed
Writer(s): Anthony Liam Neighbors
Contributed by Vivian S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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