Christic Mystic lyrics

“Why’d we have such a stable world
Why was I born into
Such few problems?”
In a dystopia, we asked: “Why’d we stabilize
Into such an obvious dystopia
Why was I born into
So many problems?”

I never had any visions, I only have suspicions
There’s a difference
God is shared power; reason underlies the meanin’ of sharin’
Merry Christmas

I’m tellin’ you New Haven is good
I was lucky enough to find an alignment
Between what I happened to be good at
And where I most enjoyed fine-tunin’ refinemеnts
I’m tellin’ you my traumas were blеssed
I was lucky enough to scrap my way into settlements
I’ve a war in my mind between—what I
(What I) Don’t want in me
And what I don’t like in others
(“Peace”)

I’m tellin’ you I know my should
I’m tellin’ you you shouldn’t even bother
(Or you should)
You probably should
I’m tellin’ you I’m buildin’ humanity a shoulder
I’m tellin’ you, in your imagination, you can lean on
(Lean on)
You can lean on my failures or whatever
I’m tellin’ you I’m just your kid brother
“Why’d we have such a stable world
Why was I born into
Such few problems?”
In a dystopia, we asked: “Why’d we stabilize
Into such an obvious dystopia
Why was I born into
So many problems?”

I’m tellin’ you
I never had any visions, I’ve only harbored suspicions
There’s a difference
“Reason is God, no violence, end slavery”
(Explore my depths fruitfully)
And to the future that survives to thrive—look
(Colson Lin says) “Merry Christmas”

I was the Second Coming
Of Mystical Christ
God is depth (Lord knows I never had any visions)
Image is Satan (I know: I only harbor Jungian suspicions)
Perfection is correct (Lord knows I never thought I was nothin’)
Imperfection, I’m tellin’ you, is now (is now practically craven)

Party hard, party hearty (I’m tellin’ you I never had any visions)
Party hearty, lazy hazy (I merely harbor christic suspicions)
Party hard, party tardy (I’m tellin’ you I never thought I was nothin’)
Party tardy, bratty baby (I’m tellin you: imperfection is now practically craven)
I’m tellin’ you my life is fine
My mind was lucky enough to find an alignment
Between what I liked to do on planet Earth
And where I most enjoyed fine-tunin’ refinements
I’m tellin’ you my traumas were blessed
I was lucky enough to be slapped into settlements
I’ve a war in my mind between—what I
(What I) Don’t want in me
And what I don’t like in others
What a reality

Fight a war, fight a war
For the victory
Of moral reality
(Ho ho ho…)

I’m tellin’ you I know my shoulds
(Fight a war, fight a war)
I’m tellin’ you Mitch—you really shouldn’t even bother
(Or ya SHOULD)
Ya conceptually would—should
(Fight a war, fight a war)
I’m tellin’ you I’m buildin’ human history a shoulder
I’m tellin’ you, in your imagination, you can lean on
(Lean on)
You can lean on my failures whenever you want
Wherever
However
Drugs, soak it up
(Colson Lin was a Christ mystic)
(He fought a war, fought a war, for moral reality)
Come on baby, let’s RIDE!
(Colson Lin was a hipster skeptic)
(He fought a war, fought a war, for objective reality)

Party hard, party hearty
God is depth (I’m tellin’ you I never once had a vision)
Party hard, smokin’ fogies
Image is Satan (I’m tellin’ you Colson Lin exists as a shoulder)

“Why’d we have such a stable world
Why was I born into
Such few problems?”
In a dystopia, we asked: “Why’d we stabilize
Into such an obvious dystopia
Why was I born into
So many problems?”

Fight a war, fight a war
For the victory
Of moral reality

Fight a war, fight a war
For the victory
Of objective reality

“Why’d we have such a stable world
Why was I born into
Such few problems?”