Brooke Campbell: Music
Wooden God
(Brooke Campbell)
Every bit of lunacy that I yield
Grows from lack of water
Every foul fallacy that I shield
Chants "we want her"
CHORUS:
So what do I say when my wooden god starts to decay?
Will I turn back quick
Or run further away?
Every emotion that demands
Station and power
Rules with iron scepter
When I don't stand and
I begin to cower
CHORUS--
So I pull out the novacaine
'Cause I cannot take
The violence of the war I wage
Against submission
I'm to be made perfect through
The veil that You've torn into
And that will every crutch undo
So, what do I say to the dealer
Of quick fixes
When he begins to hover?
I say I don't need you anymore
I trust my Father
I trust my God
That's what I'll say (somehow)
When I find myself facing away
And I'll turn back quick so that I don't decay.