The Lion and the Serpent

From Psalm 91:13 On sweaty sin stages, dusty back roads, and dirty ghetto streets Where monsters where murdermasks as they mangle the meek Where twisters of terror touch and taint the weak Still the lion and serpent they stay under our feet Lion's are always on the prowl seeking whom they may devour Like wicked weeds entangled in blasphemy and bloody barbwire The war drum bangs and the battle beats Still the lion and the serpent they stay under our feet The serpents lyrical lies they sound sweeter than honey Empty promises all about fast cars, women, and mountains of money Promising Heaven and paying with Hell Dollars and diamonds turn into Satanic spells They get bit and devoured as they die for their deeds Still the lion and the serpent they stay under our feet The lion and the serpent we trample Even when the wicked world comes gruesome and gory and still loves to gamble Fools put their lives and souls on the line Every single time they roll the dice and spin the wheel Living a lie and forgetting what's real Through fire, smoke, and flames Arrows of anger and pitchforks of pain Drowning in the rain or scorched in the suns savage heat We march with the truth while destroying the beast Still the lion and the serpent they stay under our feet