Is this a call to arms or is it a silent march?
You've been locked inside yourself, no strength to carry around.
These traits resound so clear, through and through they're in-breed.
It's what you've freed man that will imprison all the rest.

Please don't keep me in here,
I've gotta a feelin' that this thirst will last and its a sickening blow...
so let the show begin.

'Try as we may', he said, 'Delusions are on demand, fictional, biblical they're all a corporate brand.'
But it's a cock suck, none will succeed. I'm sure a meteor will make them disbelieve.

Please don't gimme the drugs, they might make me see a better side and it might change my groove, my bait, my slacks, my dim-wit lather!

Turn or burn. Psalm 7:12. Threaten my will with cold calculation.
My sin is caring, while mercy laughs its so cunning the way you place the emphasis on good, but filled with hate they're comin after you...

God I've been so wrong I'm at death's door and its taking so long,
For you to open that holy door.
Why did I profess that I've been here before?
And it boomed, was so unkind it blew me away to unpromised lands.
Then I knew that to question design would lead to end of these backward times and then we'll spit on tyrants, fascists drone at virtuosos!
They're all in front and they're trading blows!