I found you on two burning sticks In a Roman picnic, you used to get laughed at because you defended the misfits You taught me the difference between pa**ion and gimmicks Why is there blood on your ankles? Why are there, stickers in your scalp? Why do you abandon the angels? Why aren't demons your friends? I brushed the comments off your back You moved a comet from my path I said it'll be okay, you said it is I showed you the shackles, you said there's nothing on my wrist I cried for myself, you smiled for us Not all lepers are blind You weren't afraid to touch or call you mine 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 This is hell and that is heaven They ask how it feels to be an emcee An old friend called me up and said you still doing this for free? I said they don't pay you to speak the truth I'll be doing this till they lay me to rest I hung up the phone and said god bless Welcome to the shepherd's den where FBI can blend right in Third eye open will the other two sleep I look out my window and count the sheep So let the ears all listen when the shepherd speaks 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 This is hell and that is heaven