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"to be played out as a theatrical battle.creation dressed in white destruction dressed in black"
let there be light
let there be life
let there be love till the end of time
the grass,the trees,the birds,the bees...
creation
bring on the darkness
bring on black death
bring on mad fear,hate and unrest
the fire,the smoke,sad sinners they choke...
destruction
the living,the giving
the helping,the healing
growing and glowing
good feelings keep flowing...
creation
stealing and killing
destroying and dealing
the needy,the nasty,the sour and the seedy
toxic waste and the poisonous taste
mind pollution to rage revolutions...
destruction
trust and truth
the old and the new
out of the black and into the blue...
creation
lust and lies
tangled ties that bind
suicide streams and dark devil dreams
it ends with a scream
revenge on a rope...
destruction
2 voices one choice
breathe free or take that final breath
choose life or choose death
look,listen,and learn as the world slowly turns...
creation or destruction
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It's all about sun and shadows...good times and bad
Waking and sleeping...happy and sad
Black clouds and rain
blue skies and white doves
Peace,love and beauty...fear,hate and mistrust
It's all about sun and shadows...rolling dice and coin flips
Roller coaster rides and terrifying death trips
Slide and slip
The head and the tail
Rising and falling...the sexual spell
It's all about sun and shadows...darkness before the dawn
Living and dying
Prophets and pawns
Sacrifice and subtraction...one peice at a time
Tiny figments and fragments slowly robbing them blind
Kindness of killers and savagery of saints
One time passifists put on angry armor and war paint
Green lights say go...stop signs and red flags
It's all about sun and shadows that make this world just what it is
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under a blanket of stars with nothing to do...lost in the desert just me and you
pyote plant trippin like a goddess of old
everything little thing she touches turns to silver and gold
lost in the desert like 2 wild wolves running...chasing rabbits on the run and moonshine loving
like savage little warriors gettin filled with cowboy lead
pulling angels from the sky to resurrect the dead
lost in the desert cracking mirror turned mirage...she slithers through the sand like crystal camoflauge
i wake from a dream...she disappears just like magicians
every night lost in the desert...we never break tradition
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no end to this neverending sentence...just a sour note and a few mad quotes from the afterlife
afterlife? more like ants in the afterbirth...once a mighty warrior now a worm...i slither and i squirm...
no fire and no heat just chained to this seat...forced to view the victims of violence from this man of misery
with eyes and ears open...not even a blink...with every scarred soul the lower i sink
the movie begins and the theater is dark...and i'm not alone...i can hear other dead dogs bark
these innocent faces turn insane just in seconds...i can feel their disease...turning blessings to curses
a sad symphony and a choir of chaos keep spewing their venomous verses
i once was the greatest but now i'm the worst
i just can't breaK FREE from these shackles and chains...i hear the word NEVER into eternity
the echoes of screams they just come back from the screen
now the skeletal masses are laughing at me
i ask for forgiveness 1000 times a day but my tormentors just laugh..."NOT A CHANCE"
graves of ghosts empty and they all come to me to thank me in person for just being me
no uniformed ugliness just brutality beasts...they all take their turn from the
a to the z
i cry out to God and he says, "IT'S TOO LATE"
i talk to the devil and he says, "you'll be free any day"
vengeance was mine now i'm getting slain...for all of my sins and my murderous ways
for attrocities all...from the small to the large...i turned good men to monsters and massacred love
i turned peaceful neighborhoods into ghetto battlefields
i broke apart happy families as they cried,moaned,and squealed
more than six million got sent to their makers with lead sleeping pills
i lived the devils deal...now repaid with revenge...i'm sad,seedy and sour...still no suicide syringe
like blasphemy on a binge i tore hideous holes in the fabric of time
yes to my children of darkness i made the demonic seem divine...i even claimed to turn water into wine
now truth and terror has me thirsty for some kind of a release
from this concentration camp i NEVER can leave
please just one tear from heaven can put me at ease
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Arrows of anger pierce my heart with their hate...one spark on the tip sets a nuclear blaze
Lost in a homicidal haze I'm looking for love
I'm surrounded by ravens...Where are the doves?
Now I twist and I turn
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger my need is like Nero
I turn into a hellion and I used to be a hero
Halos turn into horns
Sweet love turns to sour scorn
Decaying in the darkness...blasphemous babies get born
With silent invisible needles and threads...sowing and reaping my soul into death
My blood starts to boil as I kick in the door
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger the poison's too strong
Distorting what's right and deluting what's wrong
Satan sings his sad songs for junkies forced to listen
With his thousand string fiddles he enslaves and enlists them
Doing his bidding...running riot through Rome
Forging into forever now I'm gone like a ghost
Can't see the fire in this sea of smoke
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
God raise up the shield for a day of defense...
shooting their arrows they just won't relent
Time to repent as they ruthlessly attack...for devils and demons there's no turning back
Lord take it back I don't want it anymore
Even the score and make the tide soon turn
Cause the devil's a fool...as You fiddle he burns
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everywhere i turn and everywhere i twist from the east into the west...
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in pitch blackness or on dead end roads
in pure darkness or in bottomless holes
from lambs to wolves
with force or finesse
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
surrounded by shadows and followed by forms
when mushroom cloud madness keeps coming with more
from the north to the south
when shouts turn into machine gun spits
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
when danger is driven by demons of destruction i give glory to God and His holy reconstruction
when the black smoke of sin disapates like a mist
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in my greatest hour of need
entangled and enslaved and wrapped in wicked weeds
when sour seeds sprout into monsterous myths
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
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i've chased dragons of destruction ever since i was conceived
perversion skewed my thoughts and turned the pure into obscene
the clean was made quite dirty and the good was made quite bad
while laughter was around me still the happy turned to sad
fear it filled my broken heart and hate came to the rescue
iniquity out of innocence...i rose like hannibal lector
haphazardly put together thin sticks turned into steel...a rabbits mind turned ravenous soon blood would have to spill
my heart got pierced with arrows...made of flesh now turned to stone
with wrath and vengeance in my soul i had to walk alone
way down in the valley this predator stalked its prey...while looking deep into their eyes they knew it was their final day
demons stayed behind me...i could hear their taunts and laughs
while i was chasing dragons destruction was my path
dragons of delusion and dragons of disease...the dragons of addiction were caught too easily
the hunter was the hunted and the master was the slave
i don't chase destructive dragons cause they're really chasing me
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Sad song singing as the sickle keeps swinging,about Dead dogs and draftees
Marching mad miles of misery
through trenches of terror and maniacle mazes...on the whims of warlords in psychopathic phases
Genocidal generals make slaves of the free...they salute the sadistic
Dead dogs and draftees
Hunted and haunted tormented and taunted
Every twist and every turn leaves them ugly and unwanted
Rich rulers counting money...never minding the means
While killer kings send them off to their doom,deep in jungles of jeapordy
Hidden in darkness you can feel their disease
Life is defeat and death victory...decay in death deserts
Dead dogs and draftees
Deformed and disfigured...some never delivered
society quivers as reality screams
In the valley of vultures...no sound in this scene
Your worst nightmare is their daily dream...rest in peace 4ever
Dead dogs and draftees
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under His wings i'm safe and secure...while the world's in confusion still i am sure
under His wings i've got freedom to fly...His liberty spans from darkness to light from day into night from black into white from wrong into right
under His wings i'm abounding with joy...i'm never the devils wind up toy
once a sinner and a slave
now a soldier and a saint
under His wings my pain disappates...He lights up my steps and He shows me the way
under His wings there's peace now 4ever...the devil thinks he's clever while he's pushing those buttons and pulling those levers
while the wicked world gets rocked and rolled by devastation and doom those whirlwinds and twisters they don't get me moved
under His wings i'm blessed and never cursed...rhyme after rhyme and verse after verse
angels sing and demons scream...while the world decays and slowly dies...
under His wings...i stay in the light
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Straight outta the darkness and into the light
Believing in my masters might
I just stand still...for me He fights...
WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
My hard heart beats and bleeds for those bad beasts...beating like a drum for the
last,the lost,and the least
He's taken death's sting and given us life...
WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
From the serpents in the sand to the eagles in the sky
For the lions in the jungle,full of prejudice and pride
To the lambs on the road,taking Gods righteous ride...
WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
In ghetto garbage dumps where His faithful find gold mines
Killer kings now showing kindness as they dream of the divine
New doors open wide and some of the wicked come inside...
WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
From the pulpit to the pews
From the many to the few
The good,bad,and ugly...In Gods shadow they unite
In the darkest devil day into that nightmare night...
WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
Walkin by faith and never by sight...trading the sad and the sadistic for the
supernatural and sublime
Swamps of sin and sewage turn into living water and holy wine
From the cradle to the casket
From conception until my last rites
No fear or frustration
No fright...
WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
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