Regeneration
Too many years of cruel, senseless self-inflicted
wrath
Just fooling myself as I drift along this sordid
path
Potato chips, donuts, candy bars, soft drinks, ice cream,
pork and all sorts of artificial junk
Stomach aches, runny noses, flatulence and mental
congestion; my humanness on the brink of being defunct
I've been playing this melancholic tune called "Slow Death."
as the funeral procession moves closer to my final resting
place
Darkness and confusion no longer live in this SACRED temple.
thank you dear lord for shining your precious light and your
"amazing grace"
No more fat and grease to clog my arteries and suffocate my
'loving heart'
Regeneration is my mission, so to FAST and PRAY is where I
must start
No alcohol, stress, or cigarette smoke for my liver...
It works hard enough as it is; that stuff only gives it
the quivers
I've got to change my mind and body state.
To be renewed, I must clean this dirty slate
Eating to LIVE and not living to EAT
is how I must flow
To do the right thing is smart; when confronted
with that fake stuff, JUST SAY NO
Now! Is the time to start building a new me?
Yes! A temple that's full of love and peace, and
one that is disease-free
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