My Black is White

Tells a story about transcending suffering

I was in the temple kneeling in the sand The devil came by to take my hand The cornerstone laid so long ago Was dust in the wind and it began to blow So there I was in the eye of the storm Still kneeling down in a prayer like form And swirling all around me was the things of the past All turned to dust none of them could last Oh no, none of them could last My head was spinning I closed my eyes I laid me down and I think I died The black was bliss the bliss was real It was blind it was speechless but the formless could feel Eternity passed sense returned The wind was gone the candles burned The accuser fell quiet as words turned to light Now my down is up and my black is white Oh Lord, my black is white

Written by

Ezra Ben-Shalom

Produced by

Ezra Ben-Shalom, Chris Carlson

Mixed by

Ezra Ben-Shalom, Jamie Sitar

Mastered by

Jamie Sitar