Post by Sedative on May 26, 2008 8:20:04 GMT -5
The wind carries an angel of justice
Temperance rings the bell
The music carries a voice illuminated
Terror of the five senses
Ignorance of the language of ghosts
And a prophecy of the coming hell
It is our reality that changes when we twist the little knot
I lay in bed as the vampire crawls in to feed upon my soul
His nails claw at my heart, he claws at my being
he claws at me for control
They call him evil, satanic
White horses trample the walls
where in asylums were created the
Ghosts of hope, ghosts of dream,
ghosts of all there ever was
A crime upon human hands, a tiny cut bleeding from a world up above
With hands bound behind his back and eyes made to be blind
Can this man we once put on the cross really be mankind?
Who am I to say, my beliefs have been scattering like sand
If only they were enough to change realities of the land
I hear them in my sleep
I feel myself submerged between the deaths of pain and a torturer's sting
Hanging from their towers, a shot heard in the dark
I wake up screaming from the noise, I wake up looking for my heart
I feel their hands upon me,
the vampires and the wolves
The ghosts press down upon
me, their tiny fingers weaving trouble
The witches dance, the goblins laugh, the dragons fade away
Our dreams have bled, the dawn is dead,
what prices do we pay?
We paid....in cash in blood in oil in pain in mind in soul in body in brain, and now they want our peace
Let alone we give them that then they want our happiness
They are the powers that be, the powers of the iron fist
The powers of crucifying, not the ones on the crucifix
When I listen, they come with their soldiers
With their religious hate, of God of People of Pride
Of the meanings we often forget
But I want to know, I want to understand
I stumble through the darkness, a coward with nothing left
I know not of humanity....I am lower lowered lowered
By this pursuit of peace, it has branded me a fool
When in this country tears I bring you
Tears, I am a tool.
Temperance rings the bell
The music carries a voice illuminated
Terror of the five senses
Ignorance of the language of ghosts
And a prophecy of the coming hell
It is our reality that changes when we twist the little knot
I lay in bed as the vampire crawls in to feed upon my soul
His nails claw at my heart, he claws at my being
he claws at me for control
They call him evil, satanic
White horses trample the walls
where in asylums were created the
Ghosts of hope, ghosts of dream,
ghosts of all there ever was
A crime upon human hands, a tiny cut bleeding from a world up above
With hands bound behind his back and eyes made to be blind
Can this man we once put on the cross really be mankind?
Who am I to say, my beliefs have been scattering like sand
If only they were enough to change realities of the land
I hear them in my sleep
I feel myself submerged between the deaths of pain and a torturer's sting
Hanging from their towers, a shot heard in the dark
I wake up screaming from the noise, I wake up looking for my heart
I feel their hands upon me,
the vampires and the wolves
The ghosts press down upon
me, their tiny fingers weaving trouble
The witches dance, the goblins laugh, the dragons fade away
Our dreams have bled, the dawn is dead,
what prices do we pay?
We paid....in cash in blood in oil in pain in mind in soul in body in brain, and now they want our peace
Let alone we give them that then they want our happiness
They are the powers that be, the powers of the iron fist
The powers of crucifying, not the ones on the crucifix
When I listen, they come with their soldiers
With their religious hate, of God of People of Pride
Of the meanings we often forget
But I want to know, I want to understand
I stumble through the darkness, a coward with nothing left
I know not of humanity....I am lower lowered lowered
By this pursuit of peace, it has branded me a fool
When in this country tears I bring you
Tears, I am a tool.