Current Tunage: Sintax.the.Terrific – Make Believe
Very worth sharing. Read ahead…

My first series post will come later this evening. Until then, here’s the song that has been resonating in my mind and heart a lot over the past couple months (when Underoath isn’t playing). I trust you’ll enjoy reading it, just imagine a brass-driven beat filling the air and impassioned vocals, and you’ll get the idea.

“Make Believe” by Sintax.the.Terrific off of his album Curb Appeal

Chorus
You make me believe it’s not make believe
Fill in all the gaps that I can’t conceive
Break a skeptic down to his basic need
To put a finger in the wrist where salvation bleeds

You make me believe it’s not make believe
I’m breath taken by your sacred mysteries
Take me to the root of that ancient tree
Where knowledge is the fruit that only faith can see

Verse 1
Make me believe this that you can match wits
With the mind who in six days mapped the atlas
And strapped the mattress of the mountains across the matchless
Skeleton of dirt to work a backbone axis
Tell me can you understand the plans of perfect genius
That span outer space but placed his lifeblood intravenous?
And sets the sun seamless in the west every evening
Just to resurrect her hydrogen flesh to rest our dreaming?
And the best reason you can give for non believing
Is the fact your mortal eyes haven’t seen him?
Come on dog, that sort of lies got me grieving inside
And bleeding from the same heart that pumps to survive
The assumption of pride is we can understand our Maker
Like paper trying to understand the tree from which we shave her
Like vapor off the kettle can’t know a clouds behavior
Or a sediment of stone pontificate on Himalaya
He’s the flavor of a delicacy, delicately savored
Savior set Himself at a distance to tease our nature
Not to overcome our will or frustrate our labor
But instead to set us free to chase His heart or flee His favor
So make me believe that we walked on all fours
And that a billion years of accidents could give us something more
I’m beggin’ you explore the facts plus faith between
Exacting what is actual from what is make believe

Verse 2
Make me believe that rappers aren’t in danger

That kids will continue to capture human nature
To the four-four time swagger of youthful anger
Take a portrait of disaster and repaint her into hope, now
That’s what I call dope, believing that individuals
Can re-scape the city out of vision based on principal
Most are too cynical, forgotten the hope in prayer
Believing that life is rotten and broken beyond repair
I’ve spoken this song in rare angel tones to fill the air
At an octave where only lonely souls can hear the way I care
God, make us believe in modern miracles and healing
I want to lower my crippled faith through the ceiling, so you can touch me
I’m feeling pretty lucky, so pull the finger on that shotgun
And resurrect my faith even before it hits the bottom
And tell me it’s not a problem to accelerate the process
So that water into wine isn’t nonsense; it’s logic
I’m only being honest, ‘cuz it’s hard to imagine
How a seed of make believe could shake a mountain – could it happen?
Could people ever fathom the mystery of first Adam
Made complete in the death and ascension of God-man

Bridge
You’ve been breaking me down from A to Z
Making what’s mysterious so plain to see
Lord forgive me of my mind and its disbelief
Holdin’ on with my faith until my soul release

Verse 3
Make me believe that Your love is everlasting
That the bread of life sustains when we’re fasting
That casting the first stone is reserved for Christ alone
That the poor in spirit will inherit a king’s throne
I’m prone to cast judgement over things unknown
Asking the shadow thrown how does the day’s sun shown?
Disbelief collapsing these grey lungs blown
Breath-taken by the way You lay the moon hung low
Strum a lullaby of language hum the tune sung slow
Crumb-speak the truth to let the fool dumb know
That belief is the sum of science and reason folded
Into faith to knit the fabric of our spool spun soul
Gotta let it go – like new son grow
To a man, in a world where cruel runs show
Christ rule come so, let your jewel sun glow
To illuminate the darkest place deep-space hole