I've written songs in the dark
I've felt inspired in the dark
I hide myself in the dark
Used to be afraid of the dark
Those in the light know we die in the dark

There's only artificial light
My flaws hide well here
I used to be afraid of cluttered noises
Now I'm afraid of silence

Fill this space Idle words
I'm scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me inside this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did, like you did.

Now I am mute despite myself
All of them are gone
The silence overtakes me
The idle words forsake me and I am left to face me
I'm held accountable
For every idle word
Curse the idle words

I'm scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me inside this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did, like you did.

Glory shows up
Exposes us
I'm naked here
Forsaken here, by the dark, by the dark
Damn the dark

I'm scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me inside this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did
Like you did.



Behind the Song:
4.3.03
Many of my soldiers don’t know this, but I grew up in the Dread Army and was a slave to Death as a young man. The Dread Army lives in the dark, so that’s where I lived when I was with them. I loved the darkness because I could hide all my flaws there. I never realized that darkness is a deceptive enemy. Everyone in the Dread Army is afraid of silence, so they fill every moment with empty, idle words. They all lie, so you can never truly know the genuine identity of a Dread Army soldier. One night I was spying on Passerby territory when I was captured and brought before the King of the Passerby Army. At the foot of His throne, where I laid trembling on the ground, was the most brilliant light I’d ever seen. There was no darkness to hide in, and for the first time I saw all that I really was. The silence in this place was immense because in the light of The King, there is nothing to say... only things to realize. I had been an enemy of this powerful King all my life and if He had sentenced me to death right there it would have been right... it would have been justice. Amidst these heavy thoughts, I was startled to feel the King’s hand under my chin as he leaned down and lifted my face to his own. He spoke with a Love I’ve never known before, saying, “We only want voluntary allegiance in the Passerby Army. If you stay here, you will be changed and it will feel like the old you has died, or... you may remain in the darkness as a slave. Either way, I love you, my son. You are free to choose.” As I left to go back to the Dread Army camp, I questioned everything I’d ever known. I realized in the face of the King’s Love that all my love was selfish and not really Love at all. It was true that the only way for me to be changed would be for the King to kill who I had become, and raise me up to live again, making me new.