Pierce through the soul Leaving the raging eye that keeps You sullen and inhale the lives of Ones that leave you cold But, just a little bold And look to the sky screaming a Bitter prayer that no one will Answer to far from the foreign Tirade that bled your mind And left you dry Leave you dry Always dry Pay for sorrow and You pay for joy Lay down empty Like a broken toy Pray hard for something to hold On to and then you die To love or be loved Tear out the pages that teaches of
Turning the cheek Cuz that’s for the meek ones Give over your soul He says, not much to ask But most will oblige And on bent knee You drink of the holy wine Injected with sodom and Turn from the poison shrine That leaves you morbid Afraid to die Smell the lie Leaving you blind Will the real father Please take a stand and Lead us far from the burden of man And lead us not in perfect light Or we’ll be blind We’ll be blind, blind