I see him bleeding on the canvas
I see the crowd of fans screaming for Barabbas
I couldn’t watch, I woke up screaming it’s the passion
I couldn’t watch, my blood was leaking through the mattress
I’m too old, I’m too old to be embarrassed
I’m too remote, I’m too remote to get your message
I left the city life for pine trees and cleaner air
And a cabin in the mountains with a steep descent
A couple years the palm wine had me seeing clear
In the dead of night, seeking something I could really feel
Pouring drink on the ground until there’s nothing left
An empty street, one man, two clouds of breath
I fight not flesh and blood
I nearly lost my mind trying to wrestle God
Somewhere in south, head on fire like it’s pentecost
Blood of Jesus tastes like Ribena on my western tongue
Nayiem, how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
Hey Nayiem, Hey Nayiem how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
Hey Nayiem, Hey Nayiem how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
Hey Nayiem, Hey Nayiem how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
I see him bleeding on the canvas
I see the crowd of fans screaming for Barabbas
I couldn’t watch, I woke up screaming it’s the passion
I couldn’t watch, my blood was leaking through the mattress
I’m too old, I’m too old to be embarrassed
I’m too remote, I’m too remote to get your message
I left the city life for pine trees and cleaner air
And a cabin in the mountains with a steep descent
A couple years the palm wine had me seeing clear
In the dead of night, seeking something I could really feel
Pouring drink on the ground until there’s nothing left
An empty street, one man, two clouds of breath
I fight not flesh and blood
I nearly lost my mind trying to wrestle God
Somewhere in south, head on fire like it’s pentecost
Blood of Jesus tastes like Ribena on my western tongue

Nayiem, how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
Hey Nayiem, Hey Nayiem how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
Hey Nayiem, Hey Nayiem how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine
Hey Nayiem, Hey Nayiem how’s life
My mind cuts to a feel of dandelions
Scattered madly in the gale force wind
I tell my friends life’s absolutely fine