Scenes From Above

A face that you see everyday That same reflection that you curse in various ways Punished for hard living Praised for innocent givings Untoucheables repeatedly charmed Because we are have-nots, we are seated and alarmed White roses, clear caskets, and black doves Nothing more than scenes from above It sprinkles like hell in a well Heavenly treasures are the remains of Satan When the last drop of life is strained from my veins I will not be awaking As I am crucified on this witness stand There's only one thing I demand God bless the stress in my hands The warm feeling of a passionate hug These are Scenes from Above I am all but a portion of Caesar Granted extortion of a true believer And before I leave this trial I'll probably be slained and murdered Over the stars And through eternal pain my soul will be hurdled Set me out to sea and let my flesh burn Let my advasaries recognize stress and mourn Forever overwhelmed with passion and love Nothing more than Scenes From Above I'm a few new frogs from leaping One shoe on the logs from deeping A handful of tears from weeping Three scars away from being worth not keeping Open a new testament Why these demons bother to pester me No telling howmany sins I am from resting in Hell Seven seals from guessing my bail Today may not be what it seems But tomarrow is only a dream I'm a few pushes from a great shove A few Scenes From Waking Above