Texty: Outlandish. Closer Than Veins. Beyond Words.
With my right foot first
I stepped into the holy mosque
Upon the cold white marble
Where day and night people sat worshippin?, praying
Right and left, the mosque being cleaned
Shinin?, not a particle of dust
The carvings of marble, the plates of gold
The symmetry of the whole mosque
Yeah, the largest of it all
Then came the grandest of the whole
The big beautiful house of Allah
Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writin?
My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt I had
A special bondage to the almighty
A sudden chill in me
Lookin? around the large floor was filled with unity
Circling the beautiful house
Chanting, people sitting, prayin? for forgiveness
Prayin? to do better, I witnessed
Takin? a deep breath, tears was runnin?
I ran around the black house, the ancient black house
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin? 24 no doubt
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing
How everyone had their attention only on worshippin?
All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin?
Forgettin? everything matters and happenings, just giving
I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey
Sayin?, "I swear I didn?t schedule to be here this early
I thought I?d come here like pops in my forties and fifties
And the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobby
But who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrow
Or 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?"
For a moment I pictured myself 6 feet deep
In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets
Allah holds the master plan and it?s already written
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it?s written
Looking back on my life
Life that?s gladly been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the smile
Given to you and I
Con mi mano derecha abro la puerta
Mi madre me recibe con un periodico y una carta
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos
De momentos ya yo espero
Que mis lagrimas caigan, me preparo
Me sorprende que mis ojos esten
Secos y mi alma este calmada
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada
Staring outside
There was something I realized
Tomorrow the sun will rise and together
Will see the beauty of eternity
Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos
Lo normal seria sufrimiento
O un parecido sentimiento
Le pido a Dios que lo ampare en sus ultimos momentos
Looking back on my life
Life, that?s gladly been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the smile
Given to you and I
Looking back on my life
No regret, only the sweet journey
Lessons from the simple steps
Taking by you and I
With my right hand first
I open the door to the room
Where my woman gave birth
To my first born son
Only minutes before
I was in the waiting room, nervous
Mom's giving me comfort
Family support
As I approached, I could hear him crying
I didn?t notice that my tears were running
Pictured myself for a moment
In the arms of my father
Flashback to the bended shoulders
On which I?d sit grabbing his finger
Taking my first step
Would I become like him?
After a certain age bottle up
Stop showing love
But cold handshakes throughout the years
Replaced by hugs
Father whispered in his ears
The family was gathered
Pictures were taken
My hands still shaking
My joy was beyond words, him in my arms
Three generations of tears running so calm
He came with Gods blessing
And grace, so we named him Faizan
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own being
Don?t withhold from me your everlasting beauty
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own being
Don?t withhold from me your everlasting beauty
I stepped into the holy mosque
Upon the cold white marble
Where day and night people sat worshippin?, praying
Right and left, the mosque being cleaned
Shinin?, not a particle of dust
The carvings of marble, the plates of gold
The symmetry of the whole mosque
Yeah, the largest of it all
Then came the grandest of the whole
The big beautiful house of Allah
Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writin?
My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt I had
A special bondage to the almighty
A sudden chill in me
Lookin? around the large floor was filled with unity
Circling the beautiful house
Chanting, people sitting, prayin? for forgiveness
Prayin? to do better, I witnessed
Takin? a deep breath, tears was runnin?
I ran around the black house, the ancient black house
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin? 24 no doubt
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing
How everyone had their attention only on worshippin?
All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin?
Forgettin? everything matters and happenings, just giving
I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey
Sayin?, "I swear I didn?t schedule to be here this early
I thought I?d come here like pops in my forties and fifties
And the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobby
But who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrow
Or 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?"
For a moment I pictured myself 6 feet deep
In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets
Allah holds the master plan and it?s already written
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it?s written
Looking back on my life
Life that?s gladly been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the smile
Given to you and I
Con mi mano derecha abro la puerta
Mi madre me recibe con un periodico y una carta
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos
De momentos ya yo espero
Que mis lagrimas caigan, me preparo
Me sorprende que mis ojos esten
Secos y mi alma este calmada
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada
Staring outside
There was something I realized
Tomorrow the sun will rise and together
Will see the beauty of eternity
Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos
Lo normal seria sufrimiento
O un parecido sentimiento
Le pido a Dios que lo ampare en sus ultimos momentos
Looking back on my life
Life, that?s gladly been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the smile
Given to you and I
Looking back on my life
No regret, only the sweet journey
Lessons from the simple steps
Taking by you and I
With my right hand first
I open the door to the room
Where my woman gave birth
To my first born son
Only minutes before
I was in the waiting room, nervous
Mom's giving me comfort
Family support
As I approached, I could hear him crying
I didn?t notice that my tears were running
Pictured myself for a moment
In the arms of my father
Flashback to the bended shoulders
On which I?d sit grabbing his finger
Taking my first step
Would I become like him?
After a certain age bottle up
Stop showing love
But cold handshakes throughout the years
Replaced by hugs
Father whispered in his ears
The family was gathered
Pictures were taken
My hands still shaking
My joy was beyond words, him in my arms
Three generations of tears running so calm
He came with Gods blessing
And grace, so we named him Faizan
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own being
Don?t withhold from me your everlasting beauty
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own being
Don?t withhold from me your everlasting beauty
Outlandish
Outlandish