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Light the heart that’s empty.
Happy as a fool in the rain….
Kiss the ring that holds you in a subservient position.
Demonize our passions…Walk in a land mine of
dreams…
Ritualize confusion, Conquer by any means…
Jesus, what is wrong with my faith? He came here
to save us. We exploit the name….
Jesus, what is wrong with my faith? He came here
to save us. We exploit the name….
We will never learn when will we see….
We lie awake, We fall deceit.
We follow desires of those who are week.
I have seen the bloody cross, marching on with brutal force… It’s not for love this world we make, broken bones lie in the wake. Do you recall the recent past, those opposed would take the lash…
Enlightenment has been replaced by “Entitlement” and blind FAITH….
Precious time unfolding, collapsing-present , futurepast. Mind controlling… as WE are loosing our grasp. Micro-cosmic cycles denote the absence of Song… Like a child, with out a sole…
You sense that something is wrong….
You sense that something is wrong.
Light the heart that’s empty.
Happy as a fool in the rain….
Kiss the ring that holds you in a subservient position.
Demonize our passions…Walk in a land mine of
dreams…
Ritualize confusion, Conquer by any means…
Jesus, what is wrong with my faith? He came here
to save us. We exploit the name….
Jesus, what is wrong with my faith? He came here
to save us. We exploit the name….
We will never learn when will we see….
We lie awake, We fall deceit.
We follow desires of those who are week.
I have seen the bloody cross, marching on with brutal force… It’s not for love this world we make, broken bones lie in the wake. Do you recall the recent past, those opposed would take the lash…
Enlightenment has been replaced by “Entitlement” and blind FAITH….
Precious time unfolding, collapsing-present , futurepast. Mind controlling… as WE are loosing our grasp. Micro-cosmic cycles denote the absence of Song… Like a child, with out a sole…
You sense that something is wrong….
You sense that something is wrong.