He's got this thing, it's like a big black hole
Taking my mind and my morals, thus my eternal soul
Dissolved in your pit like a strip of salt lick bathing in sweet, poisonous
Citric acid
A little boy with a little game
Can't see the reasoning
He's improvised my treason from the mountain
Casting goat's blood into the mix of my conception
What's his objection?
With this cold reception, destined for a sinner's back door to heaven
I've earned what he gave you and I've been through
At your side
What right do you have to inspect me with a Judas eye?
I'm as good as your sacred, although sore to admit it
My demons lie bleeding, down in the sands
‘Cause I've risen above and
Cause even a father's love
Carries a price in pain and in blood
I disowned you long ago, now take you back into my heart
So I can free myself as I tear this useless flesh apart
The feelings are old and however strong they may be
I've been fighting them off for so long
That the very battle is an integral part of my soul
And every resolution has brought me deeper into the bowels of the earth
Where the dark things lurk and wait to take away the weak
With only the devil watching over me, how can I
hope to ever shed a tear?
No sooner would I give him raw hatred than water
Too sick at the thought of the war in my mind
Breaking my conscience and filtering my sight
From
rose to dark crimson, the smell of corruption
Sickly and sweet as always, beckoning my teeth
And my lips to the chase as he calls back forgotten rage
Another hunter with no hunger of his own
Too good to spectate, as great and powerful as the noble
That he gave so much of himself in a crude attempt to emulate
What he saw in his love, the man he longed to kill.
Greatness and goodness are mutually exclusive
So it's me and you left back to sort through the wreckage
If only we were angels perhaps I'd see sense
But in real life and real time there's no hope for such romance to survive
For every weed we ever take, a hundred
crowd into its space
To
fight at all, we hope to
change A world upon the point of break
Where it has rested through the years,
A bastard child of human fears, searching for an enemy outside of our reach
While the demons hide, speaking softly in the darkest tongues
And are bothered not, for always the enemy must lie without
The death of a madman is a triumph for the crowd, receiving their blessings they go in peace
Study the bible and pray for release
From the voices, guiding their hands and leading them to choices
Ungodly in nature, but nature should be free
They order them change but then give them no hand
Drinking from glasses made only from sand, they spit
And take back their
words of pity for the heretic
So easy to believe that the heathen is the real foe
So easy to forget about the words in the darkness, when you see the letters carved upon the chest of another
To take who they tell as your own special lover, to cherish and above all obey
A challenge unanswered, the world becomes your punishment
Which seems such a coincidence, as it's also his crime and my pride and my joy and my hope
The reasons that I continue to fight
Cause I've got to believe that this world can be paradise
That we can all live in peace and see it
As I do in my brighter moments
So beautiful with so much potential to grow
Men’s hearts beating together as one
A silken rose in each time weathered hand
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