No Words Explain
Written by: Anthony Eugene Ramirez

The burden's kind of heavy, it's crashing like a Chevy.
Or New Orleans, when Katrina broke that levy.
So it's messy, things are hectic, but they're petty.
Looking towards heaven, every night I'm feeling ready.

But just because I'm ready, calm down, don't mean a thing.
Christian on your chest, or on your neck, don't mean a thing.
But how you supposed to live it, you quoting the scriptures, but the same scriptures you quoting, you oppose the Giver.

So what is that about? I'm supposed to be an almanac..
to follow Jesus I have to fit in a box of copycats.
And handle all the problems that keep me from this laundry mat.
But Saints walking a fine line it may give me a heart attack.

for real, I won't respond to that, I got my own journey.
I seek the Christ, and every sacrifice I'm steady learning.
I can take my last overnight, so it's really urgent.
Real life is absent of perversion, no words explain.

Chorus
No Words Explain
Going through the same old thoughts again, thoughts again
No Words Explain
Banging on those same old pots and pans, pots and pans
No Words Explain
Satan trying to pass all kinds of blame, kinds of blame.
No Words Explain
But what am I to say, I find it kind of strange , this is every day.

So where’s that motivation, to conquer Giants like David.
I feel sedated, and uninspired, and uncourageous.
Listened to the lies, try to duck the darts, they made it through.
Paralyzed by the hits, and the lack of luster, I stay confused.

Made to choose, Dropped out, shut down disabled monster.
The problems awkward, cause on His posture, I’m made to conquer.
Retreated like Elijah, on the heels of halting Jezebel.
Rebel in my own right, I’m trusting God, but things ain’t well.

Even though He’s the Light, the Father of Amazing Gifts.
You still got kids like me, that break their toys, cause of aimless fits.
It’s cankerous, and in these years, depression pushes agelessness.
mocking like these satanists, and lawless like these atheist.

An alien, baptized in water causing transformation.
I’m past the cravings of new creation, and through gestation.
The planted seeds, that’s rooted causing my activation,
Still has me grounded in my salvation, No Words Explain.

Chorus
No Words Explain
Going through the same old thoughts again, thoughts again
No Words Explain
Banging on those same old pots and pans, pots and pans
No Words Explain
Satan trying to pass all kinds of blame, kinds of blame.
No Words Explain
But what am I to say, I find it kind of strange , this is every day.